Nuchols

"You'll find out," said Nuchols as he started to cram Jepperson into the rear seat.

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Nuchols shrieked as he let go of the steering wheel and covered his face with his arms.

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001

The car careened right, then bounced off the concrete retaining wall several times, sparks flying, before Nuchols regained the road.

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001

"Okay, I understand how he planned to fiddle his taxes and diddle his wife, but who killed Robley and Nuchols?" asked Taggart.

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001

The car jolted to the right, as Nuchols wrestled with the steering wheel.

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001

Up front, Nuchols wrenched the wheel right, but could not avoid the collision.

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001

Nuchols grabbed Jim's wrist as he reached for the desk phone.

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001

Jim told her how Robely and Nuchols drove him downtown, the accident, being rescued by Ed and then finding no trace of Robley, Nuchols or Millirons.

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001

Without direction from Robley, Nuchols chose the fork labeled "Washington/Charlottesville", whizzing past the big green "Downtown."

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001

Nuchols held up the two rings, his grin wavering between fun and fear, like a child on a rollercoaster.

A Corpse is a Corpse Browne, Richard W 2001