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<"Unsolved murder haunts a college fraternity known as The Order of Aaron. The mysterious death of a young woman some thirty odd years ago resurfaces as one by one, the surviving college fraternity members are either murdered or die by their own hands. Follow ace Manhattan private investigator Alex Thicke as he searches for clues to the girl's death at Taughannock Falls in upstate New York. Aaron's Bud Excerpt: “Judge Judd had an Aaron's Bud in his pocket” declared Thicke. “Do you know anything about that?” “The judge is dead” grated Cone, his black eyes unflinching.“I know what the holdup is with the East River Real Estate Company” stated the detective. “Thomas is dead too!” said Cone emphatically, a note of anger creeping into his raspy throat. “I also know why Rothenberg wants the Appellate Court seat” voiced the investigator. At this the lawyer paused, as if considering his options. After a moment, Cone slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a white envelope. Never taking his eyes off Thicke’s, he slowly pushed the envelope across the table. Without picking up the envelope, the detective used his dinner knife to open the flap of the envelope and he glanced inside. It was full of one thousand dollar bills. The detective estimated that twenty or twenty five thousand dollars were inside. “It appears that silence has a high price too!” noted the detective closing the flap. Thicke pushed the envelope back across the table. Cone’s face flushed, and he quickly put the envelope back into his coat pocket. He arose from the table and straightened his coat and tie. “Goodbye, Mr. Thicke” rasped Cone with finality.">