I Justice: Kill Me Again Private Eye Thriller

By B.A. Savage

Blood runs cold in Central City and where Stone goes, death is around every corner.
Kill Me Again
Lee Coleman's a low life and a piece of dirty, but when his bodyguard shows up at Stone's office his cold blue eyes peering down a nickel plated 38 revolve Stone's drag into another case. When he finds, Coleman's dead he may be pursuing the wrong suspect.

Shallow Grave
When Stone is hired to pick up a jar of face cream from a Frenchman named Lorenzo Carlos, he thinks it's going to be a quick one thousand bucks, but faith has its own plans. Stone's life is threatened by a cosmetic company owner that has a soft voice but an itchy trigger finger, leading to an explosion that rocks the foundation of the case. All this for a jar of face cream? There's something wrong in Central City, and it's Stone’s job to find out the truth.

Wishful Thinking
When a carnival employee hires Randall Stone to investigate his girlfriend, a girl is murdered in a fire accidentally blowing a secret wide open.

Cold Fury
When Stone meets a beautiful woman in the Lake View Bar, she shows him a clipping out of the Personal columns of the newspaper. An attorney wanted to know the whereabouts of Mary Patton, wife of the late, Ben Patton, who died seven years ago in the Philippine Islands. Mr. Patton left a legacy of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars for his wife.
She hired Stone to claim her inheritance and he meet a man with his code of vigilante justice and Randall Stone’s on the top of his list.

Tales of: Detective, Police Detective, Police, Murder, Investigation, Death, Violence, Blood, Shootout, Police Officer, Shot to Death, Corpse, Revenge, Fight, Gun, Murder Investigation, Gunfight, Husband Wife Relationship, Fistfight Neo Noir, Interrogation, Police Investigation, Deception Blood Splatter, Gangster, Beating, Murderer, Punched In the Face, Car Chase, Hostage, Arrest, Policeman, Kidnapping, Shot In The Back, Shot In The Head, Crime Investigation, Police Shootout, Murder Suspect, Police Officer Killed, Surveillance, Suspense, Police Chase, Crime Scene, Robbery Brutality, Psychopath, Serial Killer

• Language: English
• Publisher: B.A. Savage
• Release date: Jan 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311583277

B.A. Savage

B.A. Savage has served as a Police Officer in the U.S. Marine Corps eight years and a private detective in Central Kentucky 20 years. Savage integrates his own life experiences and deliberations in his novels. It has always been his lifelong dream to write. He decided it was time for him to follow his dream.He is the author of more than twenty-five detective mysteries books, including the popular Randall Stone series.He and his wife Marcia live in Lexington, Kentucky. They have three grown children and four grandchildren.

Book preview

Chapter 1

It’s a cold day in Central City and a slow day for business. I’m on the phone ordering a pizza when the door opened.

Make it quick, huh, Stone? he barked.

Jerry Foster is a low life. I didn’t like him, and he didn’t like me, and here he is standing inside my office. And I’m not in the mood for his crap.

I want you out of my office, now, or I’ll throw you out, I told him.

You talk strong, Stone.

When a punk like you comes to my office, I feel tough. Now get the hell out.

I come to get you, Stone. Someone needs to see you badly.

I know who you’re working for. You tell your boss that I choose my clients.

Get your coat, gumshoe. It’s cold outside, he ordered.

I guess you’re going to force me to go huh, Jerry?

That’s right. My job is to come and get you.

Why couldn’t your boss come here? On the other hand, are the police looking for him?

Why ask me, Stone? You’ll see soon enough. That’s if you live that long.

Chapter 2

I’m not afraid of Foster. He’s a piece of shit and lowers than dirt. However, from the look in his eyes and since I was staring down the gun, I decided to take a little ride with him. Jerry Foster led me downstairs to his car, and then we drove to Sundance Court. He stopped in front of an all but tumbled-down apartment building; we went through the door and climbed the rickety stairs.

It’s on the third floor, Stone, Jerry said.

Tell me something, Jerry, why is Coleman in a rat trap like this? Last I heard he had a fancy place downtown.

You just keep moving, Stone. It’s the first room on the left over there.

Do I knock or walk inside?

Open the door, Stone!

Is that you, Jerry? A lovely, dark-haired, older woman asked.

Yes. I got Stone.

Good, shut the door, Jerry. I’m glad you’re here, Mr. Stone. I’m Lee’s mother.

I’m sorry, Mrs. Coleman. I thought he was bringing me to see your son, I told her.

That’s right. Lee wants to see you. Then I want to talk with you. Lee is in here. Follow me please, she said.

There he is Mr. Stone. Now you have seen Lee, Jerry said.

I looked at him and grabbed the wall to keep my balance. I’m staring at a dead man.

Chapter 3

She’s right. I’d see Lee or what’s left of him. In one glance, I saw a blood-soaked shirt clinging to a lifeless chest. He’s stretched out on the bed; his hands folded over his chest. I looked back at his mother, and she softly closed the door.

Now will you talk to me, Mr. Stone? What man would have murder a mother’s son? she cried.

Can you tell me how it happened, Mrs. Coleman?

Someone knocked on my door earlier. I open the door, and my son fell onto the floor. He asked for help and closed his eyes, she stopped and cried a moment.

What else can you tell me, Mrs. Coleman?

He asked me to help him. He said he didn’t want to die. He says he came to me for help and asked me not to let him die. I said he would live, and then he died.

Did he tell you who did it, and why?

No, he didn’t. He left here to go uptown to make money, he said. However, when he came back, he died in my arms, she told me.

Mrs. Coleman called me about an hour ago, Jerry whispered.

I called Jerry because he’s Lee’s friend. I knew he would tell me what to do. He said you could find the man who murdered my son.

I see.

Will you help us, Mr. Stone? she cried.

Well, Mrs. Coleman, have you called the police?

No. First tell me you will help find Lee’s killer, and then I’ll call the police.

Mrs. Coleman you don’t understand. It’s the police’s job to find out who killed your son. You don’t need a private detective, I informed her.

The police will not help me, Mr. Stone. My son was a thug; he has a record, and the police don’t like him. They didn’t like him, and he didn’t like them, she tells me.

I understand. However, they’ll still look for his killer. I assured her.

Perhaps, you are right. Nevertheless, I will hire you to find Lee’s killer. The police may give up after a while, but I will pay you until you catch the killer.

Don’t argue with her, Stone. She’s made up her mind, Jerry added.

I will trust you, Mr. Stone. I will pay you for your service, and you will find my son’s killer and see that he is punished, She demanded.

Will you help her, Stone? Jerry asked.

I see you still have that gun in your hand, Jerry, I said.

Yes.

You won’t need that gun. Mrs. Coleman, I’ll do everything I can to help you.

Chapter 4

Jerry put the gun in his pocket; Mrs. Coleman smiled, and I felt a lot better. Finding Lee Coleman’s killer isn’t going to be easy. Jerry agreed to take me back to my office, and we left