The Stories of Tim Stone Private Detective

By Paul A. McIntyre

The Book is about a Private Detective named Tim Stone he grow up much like I did and made something of himself. In the book he takes on select missing persons cases, But the thing with the book is that each case that he takes on changes into something else, you never know. It may morph into a murder case, a conspiracy case, drug case, you just never know.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Nov 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781483476490

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Copyright © 2017 Paul A. McIntyre.

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CASE ONE

MOB BOSS

IT ALL STARTED ON A hot San Diego night, I was sitting at my desk wondering where my next case was coming from. I got up to get myself a cup of java when my office door slammed open. Standing there was John Mancini, the biggest crime boss in San Diego.

He walked over to my desk and threw down enough money to choke a mule and said, I want to hire you. I then thought to myself why, why would he want to hire me, when he can use his owned hired thugs? Then it came to me, that his thugs are incompetent fools. So I asked him why me? He said, I heard that you are the best when it comes to finding people. So I asked him, Who are you looking for? He asked me if I would take the case. I looked at him and said, That depends on who I am looking for.

He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of a nice looking young man. Then he gave me the picture and said, Him? I am looking for him? I acted as if I were joking, Why do you want to find him? Do you want to kill him or does he want to kill you? He looked at me and said, He’s my son. I was amazed because John Mancini was thought to be childless. I told him that I would take the case but it was going to cost him so he gave me ten thousand dollars now and he said when the job is done I would get ten thousand more dollars. So I said okay but I would like to know when the last time he saw his son alive. He said, About ten years ago. I knew then that this was going to be one of those cases where I was going to need to pull some favors.

After John Mancini left, I jumped into my jeep and drove home. I woke up about ten o’clock am and went to my dirty kitchen and made a cup of hot java. I sat down at the kitchen table and thought about what had happened last night. Now I have a case where I have to find a person that has been missing for ten years. So I thought I had better get started. John Mancini had given me the name of a girl who lived downtown on Broadway so I guessed that was a good place to start.

On my way to the girl’s apartment, I was thinking, can I trust this John Mancini? He is the biggest crime boss in San Diego, so I thought I should pack some steel. I pulled up to the apartment building and to my surprise, the cops were already there so I walked up to the apartment where everyone was and ran into my good old buddy Lt. Tom Jones. What an asshole. He walked over to me and asked me what was I doing here? I asked him what he was doing here. He told me that a young girl was murdered here last night at about twelve o’clock am. I asked him for the name of the person and boy was I in for another surprise. It was the same girl I was coming to see, Ms. Kim Gray.

While I walked around the apartment the Lt. Asked me what interest do I have in this mess? I told him that I was working on a case of a missing person. As I walked the apartment, I noticed pictures all over the floor torn to pieces. I bent to pick up a piece when I saw a phone number on a piece of paper under a chair. It had the name Mancini written on it, so I put it in my pocket so that I could follow up on it later. I took one more look around the apartment to see if there were any other clues that could help me find the missing boy. As I was leaving the apartment my pager went off. I took a look at it and it was my secretary. I went back to my jeep and called her using my car phone. When she answered she said that a man called and asked that I meet him at Seaport Village at twelve-noon. She said he would be wearing a blue blazer and that he would be standing near the gazebo at the end of the park.

I reached the park about eleven forty-five am. I wanted to get there early just to scope the place out to be sure it wasn’t a trap. I had been waiting about twenty minutes when a tall slender man walked up wearing a blue blazer.

He sat down next to me and lit a smoke. After he took the first drag of the smoke he looked at me and asked if I was the famous P.I. named Stone. I looked at him and said, You got me here now, talk to me, and it better be good. He told me that he has some information and pictures on the Mancini boy. He handed me an envelope with three pictures in it of the Mancini boy. On the pictures with the Mancini boy was the girl whom I had seen dead earlier that morning. He also told me that the Mancini boy was with the dead girl one hour before she was found dead. I asked him what was his angle in all of this and he said that he just wanted to see the boy safe. I also asked him his name and he just gave me the brush off and left. I then went back to my jeep to take a look at everything that I had on this case.

After I thought for a while I drove back to my office where my lovely secretary Yvette was there waiting with a hot cop of java. I told her to hold all my calls as I study all the clues. I took all the clues and spread them out on my desk. I took a look at the photo that John Mancini, the boy’s father, had given me. Then I looked at the photo I found at the dead girls apartment and the photos that the man gave me in the park. All the photos were of the same person and he was wearing the same clothes in all of the photos so this was telling me that these photos were taken all the same Day but in different places. I then took a look at the phone number that I found in the dead girl’s apartment. I picked up the phone and called it and bingo; it was the number to John Mancini, the boy’s father. Now, I’m wondering why this dead girl would have John Mancini’s phone number. Now I had to find some more answers.

I took a ride to the Mancini’s home in Pacific Beach. When I got there, Mancini was swimming in his lavish pool in the back of his house. He asked me had I found his son yet. I said no and that I needed to ask him a couple of questions. The first question that I asked was why did this girl that he sent me to have his home phone number? The second question was did he know anything about her death?

He fed me a line of garbage about how the dead girl was keeping him a breast of his son’s activities. But I knew there was more to it than that. As I pulled away from the Mancini home, I called my secretary and told her to call my friend at the police headquarters and tell him to find out all he could about the dead girl and all he could about the Mancini boy. When I hung up my car phone, I looked into my rear view mirror and found that a black BMW was following me. I knew who it was. It was a couple of Mancini’s thugs.

So I lead them to University and 41st Street in east San Diego where I lost them. I went to one of my snitches hangouts and showed him a picture of the Mancini boy and the dead girl. What he told me was fascinating. It turned out that the dead girl was a hooker working out of one of Mancini’s whorehouses. He looked at the picture of the boy and didn’t recognize him. I gave him a twenty spot and left. As I was leaving, I turned on my police scanner in my jeep. The scanner said that there had been a 187, which in police talk means someone has been murdered. The victim was a tall slender white male wearing a blue blazer and jeans. This description matched my strange friend from Seaport Village I met with this morning.

So I headed to the scene of the murder. When I arrived, my friend the Lt. was already there. I got out of my jeep and walked over to the body and just as I thought it was him. Why he lying there with a bullet through the head I do not know but I was determined to find out. At that time the Lt. walked up and said, I always find you in the strangest places. I looked at the feet of the victim and found a matchbook with the name RAGE on it. I knew that the name Rage is the name of a nightclub in north San Diego. I returned to my office later that night to find that someone had been there looking for something, because my office was demolished. After I cleaned up the place, I sat down with a cup of java in one hand and the matchbook in the other thinking about the mess in my office. What could they have been looking for and I was thinking that I was glad that Yvette had gone home early.

I started to make a list of the clues, one dead girl, photos, one dead man, and a matchbook. What was the connection? There was only one, the Mancini boy. So I decided to take a trip down to the Rage. When I got to the Rage it was filled wall to wall with people. So I just walked around in the club for a while. I showed the picture of the dead girl and the Mancini boy around just to see if anyone knew them and I could see that I was getting nowhere fast. So I went to the bartender and asked if he had seen these two people before, and to my luck he had. He said that the girl and the Mancini boy both came in a lot together and proceeded to tell me that one night last weekend they came in and spent a lot of money buying everyone a drink and he said that he remembered the boy saying that he had came into a truck load of money. I asked him if he knew where I could find the boy and he said that the boy had an apartment in Loyola. I gave him a twenty spot for the address and headed out when I spotted a couple more of Mancini’s thugs on my tail. I jumped into my jeep and took them for a long ride down Interstate Five. I lost them somewhere around Chula Vista.

When I got to the address that the bartender had given me I got out of my jeep and walked up to the door. The name on the mailbox said Jimmy Mancini. Now that I had found the place where the Mancini boy lived, my case would be solved if he were home. I rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. I rang it again and still there was no answer. I then went around the house looking in the windows but I could see nothing. I knew I had to get into this house so I pulled out my lock picking kit and picked the lock on the back door. I entered the house through the kitchen. It looked as if the house hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. I walked into the living room to find that it was also a mess. If I didn’t know any better I would say someone had been through here looking for something.

At that moment I heard a noise upstairs in one of the rooms. I walked up a set of winding stairs until I came to a door at the top on the right. I pulled out my steel and opened the door very slowly. When I had opened the door all the way I didn’t see anyone but the room looked like a whirlwind had been through it. There was another door on the opposite side of the hallway so I made my way to that door. I slowly opened the door. As I was opening the door I felt a sharp pain to my head and everything went black.

As I awakened, now downstairs on the sofa, I found a slender good-looking young man staring me in my face. He said, Hi, you’re awake. Then he said that his name was Jimmy Mancini. I told him that I had been looking for him for a long time. I also told him that I was working for his father. He asked me why his father wanted him found. I told him that he would have to tell me that because I didn’t know. As I cleared the cobwebs from my head I glanced around the room and it looked as if little Jimmy was leaving town. I asked him where he was planning on going. He told me that it was not my business. I then asked him if he was the one who had hit me from behind and he said yes. I asked him why and he said that he Thought, that I was one of his father’s thugs. So I asked him if he always left his house in a mess or did the maid quit? At that moment there was a knock at the door. I told him not to answer it until I took a look. I looked out of the front window next to the door and I wasn’t surprised to see that it was Lt. Jones. I told Jimmy to open the door.

As Jones came in he announced himself as a cop and asked for Jimmy Mancini. He hadn’t seen me yet. As he came around the corner into the living room he was very surprised to see me. He asked me why I was there. I gave him a line of bull and then I told him that I knew it wouldn’t take him long to find out that Jimmy was the dead girl’s companion. The Lt. asked Jimmy about the dead girl and his whereabouts at the time of the murder. I was walking around Jimmy’s house while Lt. Jones asked Jimmy some more questions.

Upstairs in Jimmy’s room I found a plane ticket to New York and all of his clothes were packed. I opened one of the suitcases and to my surprise it was filled with money. I closed it and walked back down stairs. When I got back to where Jimmy and the Lt. were I saw the Lt. handcuffing Jimmy. I asked what was going on and the Lt. said that he was taking Jimmy in for further questioning.

I waited as the Lt. took Jimmy out of the house and pulled off with him. I then went to my jeep. I picked up my car phone and called the kid’s father and told him that I had found his son. From the sound of his father’s voice on the phone, he didn’t care. He just kept asking me if the kid had any money with him. I thought that sounded kind of strange so I told him I don’t know. I could tell by his tone of voice that he was furious. I then went back into the house and got the case filled with the money and put it in the back of my jeep. I found it kind of strange that his father didn’t even ask me how his son was doing. So I knew that I had been used. He used me to find the boy and the money. So that he could kill the boy and get back his money that the boy had stolen. But what was puzzling to me was the death of the girl and the man that I had met in the park.

At this point my job was over, but like a good detective, I had to figure this out or those two murders would haunt me. As I drove to my office I was wondering where I could put this case full of money where it would be safe. So I drove to the airport and found a locker that was off in the corner and put the money in it. I knew that if Mancini got his hands on it that the boy would surly die, but as long as Mancini thought that the boy had his money the boy was safe.

When I got to my office John Mancini and his thugs were they’re waiting for me. He asked me where his son was. I told him that the boy was down at the police headquarters being questioned about the murder of his girlfriend and then Mancini asked me about the money. I told him that I don’t know anything about any money that the kid had. All I know is you owe me money. I then asked him for my money and he gave me an envelope filled with hundred dollar bills. I then told him that I was wondering about the two dead people that I found along the way. He looked at me with wondering eyes and said that he knew nothing about them. As he was leaving he turned around and told me to watch my back and then he walked away. Because he made that remark I knew something else was up. I jumped in my jeep and went down to where the cops had Jimmy.

When I got there Lt. Jones was in the interrogation room still talking to Jimmy. I waited and had a cup of java until Lt. Jones was through. When he came out I asked him if he came up with any answers. He said that the boy was hiding something so I asked him if I could talk to Jimmy. I went in and asked Jimmy about the money that I had found but before he answered I made sure no one was listening. He told me about how he had taken the money from his father’s office and how he and the dead girl as you so smoothly put it had planned to get out of town. At that moment the Lt. came in and said that Jimmy’s bail had been posted. I asked him who had posted it but he didn’t have a clue. When I got to the front of the building Jimmy and the person that bailed him out were gone. So I went back to my office.

As I fixed myself up with a hot cup of java, I tried to put two and two together, but I kept coming up with Jimmy’s father, John Mancini. I decided to give John Mancini a call. As I started to dial the number something came to me. I figured if he had Jimmy then Jimmy is in some deep trouble, the kind of trouble that he was going to need some serious help getting out of. When the phone was finally answered I asked to speak to John Mancini. The person on the other end said, He is not here! and slammed the phone down in my ear. Most people would ask who it is before hanging up I thought to myself. I guess they have something else going on over at that house by the beach.

My next guess is that Jimmy has something to do with it. So I took one more sip from my cup filled with that sweet java and grabbed my hat and gun. When I got to my jeep there were a couple of Mancini’s thugs waiting for me. They asked if I had any insurance. At that point I knew that they had come to rough me up. But they didn’t know that I don’t rough up easy.

When Tom, The toughest thug Mancini had, came up to me, I gave him a Hit, to the nose and then a ridge hand across the throat. As his head swung back, I grabbed him and smashed the back of his head against my jeep. The second thug walked up and grabbed me from behind my back and started choking me. As I started gasping for air, Tom got up and gave me a couple of shots to my gut. I fell to one knee holding my throat trying to catch some fresh air. I looked up as Tom said, The only thing saving you is that Mr. Mancini wants his money and he thinks that you know where the money is. As he was finishing his last word I gave him a nice hard shot to this groin. Then I stood up and gave his buddy a nice hard elbow to his mouth and a hard kick to his head. I jumped in my jeep and peeled off. I got on to Interstate Five and started toward Mancini’s home.

On the way there I started thinking about the money that I had hidden at the airport in locker number twenty-two. I told myself that I could easily take the money and leave town, but I didn’t have it in me. As long as there were pieces of this puzzle missing, I couldn’t leave. I said to myself, that you are not a thief anyway. As I pulled up to Mancini’s house, I