The Family Mailing Affair: A Drake Science Fiction Private Eye Short Story: Drake Science Fiction Private Eye Stories, #1

By Connor Whiteley

Everyone in the galaxy has their secrets.

Drake loves blackmail cases. He hunts down blackmailers. He fixes client's lives.

Can he help his client protect his secret? Or will Drake fail and find the truth?

If you love enthralling, unputdownable science fiction mystery short stories, you will love this great story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Aug 31, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201398736

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

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THE FAMILY MAILING AFFAIR

Blackmail is about pressure, always remember that,

-Former Grand Arbiter of the Human Empire

There was something about blackmail cases that Drake loved, he didn’t know exactly why off the top of his head. It was probably because some were extreme, some were meh and others were clever.

Sitting in his favourite red leather booth with a black metal table and another dirty red leather chair in front of him, Drake was really looking forward to this meeting.

A part of him guessed it was good he didn’t get many blackmail cases as a Private Eye but it was a shame. They did pay well. Drake smiled as he remembered his standard rate for these sort of cases were about a thousand credits plus expenses incurred.

Listening to the loud jazz music of the bar, Drake relaxed and pressed his back into the soft, cold leather chair and he rested his hands on the colder metal table.

He wanted to wave his hand over to one of the blue holographic servants that looked perfectly female, but