A wheelchair-bound photographer spies on his neighbors from his apartment window and becomes convinced one of them has committed murder.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
I can smell trouble right here in this apartment.
A woman has a favorite handbag and it always hangs on her bedpost, where she can get at it easily.
You and me with long faces.
You don't know the meaning of the word "Neighbors.
You haven't spent much time around cemeteries, have you?
And I'll tell you something else.
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