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Mike Faricy
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Last Shot by Mike Faricy
Continuing the Dev Haskell - Private Investigator
Series with Case 6: Last Shot
Private
Investigator Dev Haskell decides the
best thing he can do is turn down Desi Quinn's request for help. He's not the
guy to get involved in a long term investigation that's guaranteed to cost Desi
a small fortune and offers little promise of a result. That's before events
take a turn for the worse.
Now Dev has a debt to pay but how can
low-rent-loser Pauley Kopff be teamed up with squeaky-clean Citizen of the
Year, Gaston Driscoll? Not to mention an exotic dancer named Brandi, a born
again Swindle Lawless and a Detective Norris Manning adding to the chaos. Dev lets go only to grab a bigger
piece, but every time he thinks he's found the answer more questions arise.
Between the
humor and sex, Dev gets deadly
serious, after all, it is his Last Shot.
*****Excerpt******
"Last Shot Case:6
“Hey, I guess the early bird gets the worm. Been here long?”
“Only a minute or two. I just sat down,” she said.
If she’d just sat down she must have drunk her large coffee standing up, her mug was empty. She was dressed in blue jeans and a sort of v-neck T-shirt. The T-shirt had sharply creased sleeves and looked to have been ironed. A Claddagh dangled from the gold chain around her lovely neck; hands holding a heart with a crown, the Irish symbol for friendship, love and loyalty.
“I’m gonna get a coffee. You want another or something to eat? I was actually thinking of ordering some breakfast.”
“A coffee would be great. Just black. Nothing else for me.”
There was something in her look. I’d been in these situations before and maybe picked up on her starving eyes. If we were dating she would have wanted just ‘one little bite’ of my dessert, then inhaled the entire thing. I got two coffees, ordered two omelets and a caramel roll.
“Thanks for the coffee,” she said as I sat down. “Wow that looks really good.” She nodded toward my caramel roll.
Oh-oh.
“I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of ordering you an omelet. I didn’t want to be my usually piggy self and eat in front of you. Here, you gotta try half of this. They’re really good,” I said, cutting the caramel roll in half.
“Oh, no, I really couldn’t,” she said at the same time she grabbed the larger half.
“Go ahead…the omelets should be out in just a couple of minutes.”
“You sure you don’t mind?” she said, then crammed a good portion of the piece into her mouth, not waiting for my answer.
“So, you mentioned a situation. How can I help?”
Desi quickly chewed, then swallowed and glanced longingly at her remaining portion before looking up at me.
“Well…see…I didn’t always wash cars and tend bar at a strip joint.”
I shook my head and gave a little shrug suggesting it wasn’t important where she worked or what she did.
“No, really, I was somebody. I went to school and even made the Deans List in grad school. I was an architect here in town. I was making something of myself.”
“An architect?” I didn’t mean to sound so surprised.
“Yeah.” She nodded, then shoved the remainder of the caramel roll into her mouth.
“Why aren’t you working as an architect now?”
“Have you read the papers? You remember that little thing called the great recession? No one was building anything for about five years, let alone looking for someone to do design work.”
“So you went from being an architect to washing cars?” That sounded pretty drastic and I wasn’t quite following.
“Not quite that direct a route, but then that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Karla said you were someone who would understand.”
“You two friends?”
“Only a minute or two. I just sat down,” she said.
If she’d just sat down she must have drunk her large coffee standing up, her mug was empty. She was dressed in blue jeans and a sort of v-neck T-shirt. The T-shirt had sharply creased sleeves and looked to have been ironed. A Claddagh dangled from the gold chain around her lovely neck; hands holding a heart with a crown, the Irish symbol for friendship, love and loyalty.
“I’m gonna get a coffee. You want another or something to eat? I was actually thinking of ordering some breakfast.”
“A coffee would be great. Just black. Nothing else for me.”
There was something in her look. I’d been in these situations before and maybe picked up on her starving eyes. If we were dating she would have wanted just ‘one little bite’ of my dessert, then inhaled the entire thing. I got two coffees, ordered two omelets and a caramel roll.
“Thanks for the coffee,” she said as I sat down. “Wow that looks really good.” She nodded toward my caramel roll.
Oh-oh.
“I hope you don’t mind. I took the liberty of ordering you an omelet. I didn’t want to be my usually piggy self and eat in front of you. Here, you gotta try half of this. They’re really good,” I said, cutting the caramel roll in half.
“Oh, no, I really couldn’t,” she said at the same time she grabbed the larger half.
“Go ahead…the omelets should be out in just a couple of minutes.”
“You sure you don’t mind?” she said, then crammed a good portion of the piece into her mouth, not waiting for my answer.
“So, you mentioned a situation. How can I help?”
Desi quickly chewed, then swallowed and glanced longingly at her remaining portion before looking up at me.
“Well…see…I didn’t always wash cars and tend bar at a strip joint.”
I shook my head and gave a little shrug suggesting it wasn’t important where she worked or what she did.
“No, really, I was somebody. I went to school and even made the Deans List in grad school. I was an architect here in town. I was making something of myself.”
“An architect?” I didn’t mean to sound so surprised.
“Yeah.” She nodded, then shoved the remainder of the caramel roll into her mouth.
“Why aren’t you working as an architect now?”
“Have you read the papers? You remember that little thing called the great recession? No one was building anything for about five years, let alone looking for someone to do design work.”
“So you went from being an architect to washing cars?” That sounded pretty drastic and I wasn’t quite following.
“Not quite that direct a route, but then that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Karla said you were someone who would understand.”
“You two friends?”
Ting-A-Ling
Ting-A-Ling is the latest release in the popular Dev Haskell series. Set in a Minnesota polar vortex, Dev’s first mistake is answering the phone in the middle of the night. His second mistake is offering to help. Fast paced and enjoyable, the true motive remains a mystery until it’s too late, or is it? Due out March 24th,
Ting-A-Ling is a suspenseful tale that will keep you guessing until the final page.
Ting-A-Ling is the latest release in the popular Dev Haskell series. Set in a Minnesota polar vortex, Dev’s first mistake is answering the phone in the middle of the night. His second mistake is offering to help. Fast paced and enjoyable, the true motive remains a mystery until it’s too late, or is it? Due out March 24th,
Ting-A-Ling is a suspenseful tale that will keep you guessing until the final page.
About the Author:
Mike Faricy writes the sort of crime fiction we can all relate to. No one will be saving the world from fanatical terrorists or international bank conspiracies. Rather, his tales are populated with the sort of individuals we all know, but wisely choose to keep at a distance. The situations they find themselves in are due to their own bad decisions, but then, bad decisions make for very interesting tales.
Mike Faricy divides his time between St. Paul, Minnesota and Dublin, Ireland which makes him the most boring guy in two towns. He is currently working on his latest top secret project. Check out his Facebook sites Mike Faricy Books or Dev Haskell. Or @mikefaricybooks on Twitter and mikefaricyauthor@gmail.com
Mike Faricy divides his time between St. Paul, Minnesota and Dublin, Ireland which makes him the most boring guy in two towns. He is currently working on his latest top secret project. Check out his Facebook sites Mike Faricy Books or Dev Haskell. Or @mikefaricybooks on Twitter and mikefaricyauthor@gmail.com
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