Retribution and Revenge (Boone and Lucas Detective Series #1)

By Jake Greyson

Private Investigator Boone is a "man's man" and Sam is a "24/7 cop" from the word go. The former criminal investigator for the State Police and the smart willowy blond detective team up to battle crime in a small North Carolina town where their lives have been intertwined since grade school. In this first of the Ferguson Boone and Samantha Lucas series, the two take on the murderous Trotter family and fall victim themselves to danger. Using a mixture of brain and brawn Boone and Sam must find ways to outwit a family's evil retribution and exact personal revenge for one of their own - and in the end - each other.

The crime-fighting pair is ready to exact a vengeance of their own for the death of a dear friend. The road to revenge is deadly as they use brain, brawn and their lifelong friendship to make sure justice is served. As usual, Boone and Sam deliver sharp and witty dialogue with obvious sexual undertones that reflect their changing relationship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jake Greyson
• Release date: Nov 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301327546

Jake Greyson

Jake Greyson is an avid reader who splits his time between the mountains of North Carolina and the Oregon Coast. He brings varied experiences and careers to his writing. Jake has traveled extensively through Great Britain, Europe, Canada, Alaska and the remainder of the United States by train, bus, bicycle, motorcycle and on foot. His careers include teacher, firefighter, outdoor wilderness guide and corporate vice president. He has recently unleashed two new characters upon the reading world with his Ferguson Boone and Samantha Lucas Detective Series.

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Retribution and Revenge

A Ferguson Boone and Samantha Lucas

Detective Story

By Jake Greyson

Copyright 2012 Jake Greyson

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Dedicated to my girl.

11/05/12

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Part One

HE CAME TO ON HIS BACK, in what felt and sounded like a washing machine spinning out water. Attempting to sit, his face hit something hard, blood spurting from his nose. He searched for a button on his watch. The faint light revealed a car trunk.

What are you doing? he yelled. Stop the car and open the damn trunk!

No answer.

He looked at his watch…the third hour of the third day…a cold, rainy night in the third month. Three had always been Ferguson Boone’s lucky number. Or so he thought. His mind raced as he considered what had brought him to this. In his thirty-six years Boone had been in some weird situations and vile places, but being stuffed in a trunk that smelled of chemicals and dead bodies was right up there at the top of his weirdness meter.

Boone never considered himself to be either lucky or unlucky. As a private investigator and former state cop, he knew that what appeared to be good or bad luck was usually the result of how hard he was willing to work. Winning three-hundred tonight off of Jack and Will in their Wednesday night poker game could have changed his mind, but any good luck he had earlier in the evening was gone. Lady luck has left the building.

Angrily he braced his long legs. Alternately using his knees and feet he tried to pop the lid. It didn’t give.

I’m bleeding back here! Stop now! Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in? Answer me! Now! Hey, there are gas fumes back here!

Still no response.

Letting loose a flurry of hard kicks, he yelled, I... AM... GOING... TO... HURT... YOU!

Breathing hard, he lay back to listen for a response…for anything.

Nothing.

His last conscious memory was driving up beside a beat up ‘59 Cadillac Eldorado with one of its wheels in a shallow ditch. In Boone’s opinion, the ’59 was the last of Detroit’s truly great cars. It was, as some would say, wicked, more like a space ship than any NASA could develop. Unfortunately, this one was uncared for and had seen better days.

He had driven by slowly and seen a familiar…I know her from somewhere…woman in the passenger’s seat. Unfolding his long length from his ‘52 MG-TD, he had walked to the partially lowered window and asked, Can I give you a hand? The now scarf-covered face with a tobacco-influenced voice had said, Thank you for stopping. Will you check the trunk to see if I have a spare?

Sure, he had said. No problem.

Boone thought he recognized the voice but couldn’t place it, though it had reminded him of Bette Davis in the movie of Somerset Maugham’s Of Human Bondage. As he had opened the trunk, his head was grabbed from behind and his mouth and nose covered with what instantly registered as ether. Right, no problem.

He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious, but now he assumed he was stuffed