A Bullet for Cinderella
John D. MacDonald
A FAWCETT GOLD MEDAL BOOK
Fawcett Publications, Inc., Greenwich, Conn.
Member of American Book Publishers Council, Inc.
All characters in this book are fictional and
any resemblance to persons living or dead
is purely coincidental.
Copyright 1955 by John D. MacDonald
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce
this book or portions thereof.
Printed in the United States of America
[Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any
evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
CAME THE DARK....
They lay on their sides, facing each other. In the half-light of thecave he could see the sheen of her eyes, the slow curve of her waist.
"So we wait," she said.
"And we'll have to be very careful," he answered. "He likes the night.He even likes us right now, waiting for us to come out, to give him thepleasure of killing us. Killing ... that's really his only pleasure."
She rolled onto her back. Her voice was soft. "We're going to make it,"she said. "We've got the money, and we'll get the car and then there'sBuenos Aires, Paris and...."
They were quiet for a while until suddenly he heard her breath beginto quicken. She turned toward him and he pulled her close. There wastime....
Contents
ONE
A steady April rain was soaking the earth. It hadn't been bad to drivethrough until dusk came. In the half-light it was hard to see the road.The rain was heavy enough to reflect my headlights back against thewind-shield. My mileage on the speedometer told me I couldn't be veryfar from Hillston.
When I saw the motel sign ahead on the right I slowed down. It lookedfairly new. I turned in. The parking area was paved with those roundbrown pebbles that crunch under the tires. I parked as close to theoffice as I could get and ran from the car