The Hitman's Justice: A Dexter Nash Novella, #3

By Bob Moats

Dexter Nash woke one morning to find a surprise in his bed, a dead woman. He had no idea who she was, but he had to get rid of the body. He called another hitman friend and asked for his help. After further questioning, they found a reason for the body. It was a plot against Dexter. Much time is spent taking care of the problem ending in an all out hit on a biker gang. This is the third book of the series and is a novella, longer than a short story, but shorter than a novel. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bob Moats
• Release date: Feb 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201307264

Bob Moats

Detroit area resident, Bob Moats, has been writing short stories and plays for as long as he can remember. He has lost most of his original stories, typed or handwritten, in the numerous moves he has made from his hometown of Fraser, Michigan to Northern Michigan, to Las Vegas and back to Fraser, where he now lives. Moats became one of the causalities of unemployment a year ago, and had time on his hands to finally pursue a life long dream of writing a full blown crime novel. Thus was born the first book, "Classmate Murders".What followed was a series of seven books starting with "The Classmate Murders" which introduces the main character, Jim Richards, who has to admit he has become a senior citizen, reluctantly. Richards, one day, receives an email from a childhood sweetheart asking for his help, but by the time he reaches her, she has been murdered. His life turns around and he is pulled into numerous murders of women from his high school who he hasn't seen in forty years. Along with a friend of his, Buck, a big, mustached biker, they go off to track down the killer before he can get to one former classmate, Penny Wickens, a TV talk show host who Jim has just fallen for while protecting her. The killer is also murdering the women right out from under police protection, driving homicide detective Will Trapper crazy, and he slowly depends on Jim to help. There's humor, suspense, wild chases across suburban Detroit with cops, classic cars and motorcycle clubs; murder, mayhem, a good amount of romance and a twist ending.Jim and his crime fighters, continue in the other books, traveling to Las Vegas twice, back to Detroit and out to New York to solve murders involving dominatrix; mistresses; Bridezillas; magic and strip clubs.Book titles: Classmate Murders; Vegas Showgirl Murders; Dominatrix Murders; Mistress Murders; Bridezilla Murders; Magic Murders; Strip Club Murders and Made-for-TV Murders.

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Extra special thanks to:

To Amy Morningstar for doing edits. To the Beta readers and Al Norris for reading the final copy and hopefully catching all those annoying little errors that slip through.

Thank you to all the people who purchased this story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it for my faithful readers.

Chapter 1

Ican’t think of anything worse than waking up after a night of drinking, than waking up next to someone and not being able to remember their name, or how you met, or why they’re dead.

It was an old joke, but it wasn’t something I wanted to experience in real life. The woman in my bed was really dead and I don’t remember how it happened, or who she was. I go to a number of nightclubs and occasionally pick up women, but I usually remember them. Especially if they were good in bed.

I checked her over to see what she expired from. There was no blood on the bed, so she wasn’t murdered here. I found marks around her neck to say she was strangled. As a hitman, I don’t strangle my victims, too slow of a kill. I use numerous ways to take the life from a victim. I try to make my hits look like accidents, which is why I’m known as the accident hitman. Although I do occasionally pull a standard hit on a person, gunshot to the head, to send a message to others.

Now I had to do something with this woman since I had no idea who she was or where I came in contact with her. I didn’t dare call the cops, too much time would be spent being interrogated. I always tried to keep a low profile, as I didn’t need to be investigated as a suspect.  I stood by the bed and looked to her clothing on the floor. I saw a purse and it was something that I could use to help identify her. I put on gloves, not that they would do much good, but why chance it. I reached down and picked up the purse and opened it.

There was the usual women stuff but no wallet or any ID to be found. I checked the purse for any