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Wheelchair
Wheelchair
Wheelchair
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Wheelchair

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A young dentist just wants to get through his conference in peace. But a chance meeting with a dangerous woman and her crippled, senile father change everything. Soon, his boring conference has transformed into a spider's web of manipulation, nightmares, and murder.

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Release dateMay 9, 2016
ISBN9781311101914
Wheelchair
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Mitchell Nelson

Mitchell Nelson lives in Oklahoma. When he's not writing, he spends his days playing music, drinking coffee, and looking for new stories. He does not have any pets.

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    Wheelchair - Mitchell Nelson

    Wheelchair

    Mitchell Nelson

    Copyright 2014 Mitchell Nelson

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    WHEELCHAIR

    It happened in a hotel in Kansas City. The Hotel Suarez. It used to be right down the street from the Sheraton, but it’s not there anymore; I looked it up on Google and found that the knocked it down not long after the events I’m about to describe to you.

    The Suarez bar was a pretty low-end affair. It sought to be classy with wooden paneling on the walls, a deep cherry floor, and a couple of narrow-beam lights shining on the bottles to make them glow, but it was all too obviously fake. Wood with all the weight and density of plastic, the cloying smells of alcohol and cleaning fluid. It failed to be classy; it failed to even be pretentious.

    I was not alone in the bar. There was another man a few stools down, a built guy, the sleeves of his button-up rolled to his elbows, as if he was trying to show his hairy, bulging forearms. Three skinny guys were gathered around a table; I wished they would quit laughing and talking, because their noise was grinding on my nerves. I remained mostly ignored. That was fine. I was having a crisis of introduction lately.

    I am a dentist. My first couple of years as such, I had a short, pithy line I used when I met someone new.

    I’m a dentist, I would say, but don’t hold that against me.

    But I’d come to realize that everyone did hold it against me, because everyone hates the dentist. It seems to be a universal fear and loathing. I don’t understand it. The job of the dentist is to keep you from getting cavities and gum disease, and, should prevention fail, to keep you from losing the only set of teeth you’ll ever have. How bad can that be?

    Besides, not even the people who didn’t really mind going to the dentist

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