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Original Fiction: Dead Jimmy and the Wine Cellar

It came as no surprise that millionaire wine merchant, Oscar O’Brien, lived in a mansion with floor to ceiling windows overlooking Castletown Bay, but I had no idea what Uncle Jimmy and I were doing in his spotless kitchen on a sunny Wednesday morning. “I’ve been robbed.” O’Brien reminded me of a lumberjack, with his… Continue reading Original Fiction: Dead Jimmy and the Wine Cellar