Deadly Sins: A Dezeray Jackson Mini-Series

By Kori D. Miller

Dez specializes in uncovering secrets and unraveling lies. She’s a sassy, smart PI with a penchant for weapons, good-looking men, and a great game of pool. She’s got a soft spot for people trapped by their environment, a Rottie named Godfrey, and a short list of people she likes.

Your short reads collection includes Gamers in Paradise, Whip It, Code Switch, and Duping Delight plus a preview of Kori's 5-star Readers' Favorite debut novel Hush. It's the first book in the Sinfully Scandalous Mysteries series.

The Deadly Sins series is a non-stop reading ride. You will want to know more about this pull-no-punches PI who has a bit too much fun taking people down.

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Private investigator Dezeray Jackson hates Florida; she hated it 24 hours after she arrived 5 years ago. Not for any particular reason, really, just a whole lot of little ones — bugs, alligators, snakes, and rude, obnoxious people. Dez thinks a break is in order, then she gets the Millicent James case. All she has to do is follow Millicent’s gamer grandson for a month, which could be as exciting as waiting for water to boil, Dez thinks. But a boring, routine assignment suddenly takes some interesting twists when a much-anticipated pre-release game disappears. It’s a hot commodity that could make somebody millions of dollars. But who?

After two years in the Big Apple, Dez is fed up with cheating spouses and embezzling employees. Convinced that she needs a change, Dez tells her boss that she’s ready to move on. He gives her a farewell gift — one last case, involving a missing artifact. Dez and her partner hit the streets, and soon learn that the missing artifact is something more. To recover it, Dez will enter a world that few know about. Dez thought she’d seen it all ... she hadn’t.

When Dez left New York, she didn’t think she’d end up back in Omaha, NE, her hometown. But here she is three months later. After stints in Florida and the Big Apple, Omaha was an unexpected, but welcome change. But the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. One evening, after hearing Dez speak to her female self-defense class, a student is killed in a hit-and-run. Dez gets the case, which leads to an unpleasant stroll down memory lane, with a character she’d rather forget, and involvement with some deadly corporate shenanigans.

Eccentric Mayville Toussaint hires Dez to find two men who stole a box from her. Toussaint’s instructions are simple — find the thieves, recover the box, and return it unopened. A dangerous game of cat and mouse, double-dealing and lying place Dez in harm’s way. Dez recovers the box — case closed. But when returning the treasured item, Dez learns that Toussaint has been playing her own game of cat and mouse ... with Dez. Toussaint clearly is not who she seems. But who is she?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kori D. Miller
• Release date: Feb 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9780991475629

Kori D. Miller

Writer * Facilitator * CoachMy mission is to help you achieve your goals one bite-size step at a time. I also happen to write the Sinfully Scandalous Mysteries series and Deadly Sins Mini-Series.

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DEADLY SINS

A Dezeray Jackson Mini-Series

By KORI D. MILLER

Copyright ©2014 Kori D. Miller

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Published by: Back Porch Writer Press at Smashwords

Fremont, NE

www.backporchwriter.com

Printed in the United States of America

Edited by: Larry Miller

Cover Art by: Christopher Brown

All of the characters in this book are fictional.

ISBN epub version: 978-0-9914756-2-9

ISBN Print version: 978-0-9914756-3-6

First Edition

CONTENTS

MIAMI, FL

NEW YORK, NY

OMAHA, NE

OMAHA, NE II

THANK YOU

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

COMING SOON

MIAMI, FL

Damn it! I scooped up the ketchup, trying not to smear it. Another shirt bites the dust. I looked up just in time. My target stepped out of his apartment. He made a beeline for a late-model blue Ford pickup parked across the street. His backpack sagged on his shoulders.

Yo, man, hurry up! A young guy yelled to him from the driver’s side of the truck.

Don’t sweat it, man. I’m comin’. He got in.

I followed them as they drove the two blocks to the driver’s one-story, orange-sided duplex. The street-side windows were always open. It was the same story everyday. I grabbed my camera, took a couple of shots, then set it aside.

This shit is getting old, I muttered to no one.

Tracer International, my employer, assigned me to what I concluded was the most uneventful, boring case possible. It was some sort of punishment. Richter, my boss, was still a little pissed. How was I supposed to know his wife was a gold-digging slut intent on embezzling from the company? I didn’t hire her. Their divorce was quick.

Our client was an older woman with a loser for a grandson. She’d supported the ingrate for years, and was, according to her file, tired. She wanted to know how he spent his time. Millicent James knew he was lying to her, but couldn’t prove it, and for some reason, couldn’t cut the apron strings. She believed that if she knew the truth, then she could walk away. Whatever floats your boat, I guess. I would have kicked his lazy ass to the curb long before now.

I thumbed through the file, again. A picture dropped out. The guy in the picture wore an over-sized plaid, button-down shirt and faded jeans. His dark hair was short. There was something about his crooked grin that set me off. I didn’t like him. It was a feeling I got. It was kind of like when you get stuck in a grocery line behind a toddler who just shit his pants. The odor reaches your nostrils. Your stomach twists. The bile comes just to the upper part of your throat, and you choke it back.

A few hours passed. The Miami humidity kicked in, so I started the car and clicked on the air. I hated Miami. Five years tracing and tailing dumb-asses were taking their toll. Tracer International paid for my housing, so I stashed away most of my check. I was ready for a change.

Yo, man, calm down! My target, Carver Stewart, tripped backward down the short flight of stairs to the sidewalk. I’ll get it for you.

I rolled down my window. A guy I’d never seen before stood in the door. He started toward Stewart. The driver was in step behind him. I picked up my point and click and took a few more shots.

I don’t have time for your shit! He grabbed Stewart.

Really, man, I can get it.

The man shoved Stewart aside. You’ve got two days. The man went inside. The driver shrugged his shoulders at Stewart and followed the other man.

Stewart pulled out his phone. A few minutes later, a red Firebird stopped in front of the duplex. An average-sized brunette sat behind the wheel. Stewart got in.

I followed them the two blocks back to Stewart’s place.

*****

Millicent James lived in an upper middle-class neighborhood called Pinecrest. Technically, it’s a village, but to me, it was just another place. The houses were large, the yards well-tended, and nearly every face was white. There were exceptions, but none of them lived there.

I rolled my car up a long, brick driveway flanked by palm trees, into a large courtyard. I parked my Explorer in front, hoping the oil leak was actually