Teed Off

By Mark Troy

Honolulu private eye, Val Lyon, takes on the case of a young woman who committed suicide. Or did she? Her brother believes she was murdered by a man who had stalked her. He wants Val to find the truth. In her most dangerous case, yet, Val learns that the truth could cost her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Troy
• Release date: Sep 20, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466101395

Mark Troy

Mark Troy is a native of St. Louis, Missouri. He and his wife served as Peace Corps Volunteers in Thailand where they taught English and supervised student teachers. After the Peace Corps, the Troys moved to Hawaii for graduate school. They now live in Texas where Mark is an administrator and researcher at the Texas A&M University. Mark has degrees from Quincy University, Washington University and the University of Hawaii. The Troys have two sons a daughter-in-law, one granddaughter and one grandson.When not writing, Mark runs marathons. He has completed 18 so far.

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Teed Off

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Mark Troy

Published by Ilium Books at Smashwords

Copyright 2001 Mark Troy

All rights reserved. The use of any part of this publication reproduced, transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written consent of the publisher is an infringement of the copyright law.

Originally published in Fedora, Private Eyes and Tough Guys, Michael Bracken, Editor

Wildside Press, 2001

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Drop Dead Zone http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/83474

Kill Leader http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/85475

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Teed Off

Glenn Floeck moved down concourse C of Honolulu International Airport as though he expected everybody to get out of his way. Most people did. Not so much because he was Glenn Floeck, whom few people recognized, but because he strode in the wake of a black man the size of a Lincoln Towncar. The black man hefted a golf bag carrier over his shoulder as though it were a middle schooler's book bag.

The man stopped at the end of the concourse, forcing the flow of arriving passengers behind him to eddy around. Floeck stopped beside him, choking off the flow even more. He struck a pose, chin in the air, like he was waiting for strobes to flash. With his strong, chiseled features and sculpted body, he could have been a daytime soap star. He scanned the crowd, eye-sweeping every attractive woman. His eyes lighted on me as I approached.

I had on a plain white blouse and a slim gray skirt that gave me a nice silhouette. Floeck seemed to like the look. He took the