The One With The Leather Jacket: Unofficial Business, #2

By J. Arens

 

During the Prohibition Era, there aren't many people outside of motorcyclists that wear leather jackets. Olivia Wainwright is not a motorcyclist. She is The District Detective. To her partner Dallas Stowe, the jacket is a bit of an accepted mystery. But this afternoon, when a large thunderstorm keeps them indoors and there's no case to work on. Dallas finds the perfect chance to inquire about the mystery of the black leather jacket.

 

So grab yourself a bowl of your favorite ice cream. Maybe a cup of your coffee. Pick up the next installment of the Unofficial Business mini series and find out with Dallas as Olli tells the story of her black leather jacket!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Big Town Publishing
• Release date: May 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798987800522

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Unofficial Business #2

The One With The Leather Jacket

J. Arens

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Big Town Publishing

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either

are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living

or dead, events or places are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2023 by J. Arens

Cover Art by Med Foxx

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be

reproduced or used in any manner without written permission

of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.

First edition 2023

ISBN: 979-8-9878005-2-2 (ebook)

Published by: Big Town Publishing

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Contents

1.The One With The Leather Jacket

The One With The Review Reminder

The One With The Other Books

Join The Big Town Mafia

The One With The Author Page

Chapter 1

The One With The Leather Jacket

Big Town USA

1930s

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Thunder rumbled darkly, the concussion from it shaking the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the west wall of The District Detective office. Lightning snaked across the blackness of the sky and flashed bright, blinding blue-white light through the empty office; refracting off the glass of the half-shattered mirror sitting on the desk furthest from the windows.

The door opened, and the lights snapped on at nearly the same time.

Thunder rumbled angrily again, nearly at the same time as lightning snapped across the sky again.

District Detective Olivia Wainwright walked into the room first, rain water sluicing off the bottom edges of her sleeves. The rest of her didn’t look much better than a drowned rat. She wrinkled her nose a little and half raised her arms to her chest before snapping them down with a sharp jerk and a shake. I might as well be in the rain still. Aces! How can there be this much water on me still?!

The second half of The District Detectives stepped into the office at nearly the same time. Dallas Stowe chuckled and pulled his thoroughly soaked fedora from his head. He frowned at it and gently shook the floppy, drenched hat. I think it might have ruined my hat…

Olli pulled the zipper down on her black leather jacket and shrugged out of it. Oh no! You’ve had that forever!

Dallas grunted a little and bobbed his head. He turned the hat over and carefully pulled the headband up and out of the hat before walking to his desk and setting the fedora on it’s crown in a corner. Hopefully it’ll dry out in a few days and be all right.

Olli hung her jacket on it’s normal hook on the hall tree that stood to the right of the door. She almost immediately reached forward in a rushed way when the weight from the rain-soaked leather started to pull the tree over toward her. I need your jacket. She looked over at Dallas and pushed the hall tree back up onto all four of its legs again.

Dallas looked over and scoffed. I’ll be right there.

Olli nodded and let go of the hall tree carefully pulling her hands back, waiting to see if it would stay on its own.

The hall tree stood straight for a handful of seconds before it started to slowly tip off half of its feet toward Olli.

Olli’s lips pulled back slightly in a half panic and she quickly pushed the hall tree back up to where it was supposed to stand.

Dallas pulled the zipper down on his brown leather jacket and shrugged out of it. He hung it on the opposite arm from Olli’s black jacket and adjusted it slightly to keep it on. There. That should keep everythin’ standin’ the way it’s supposed to.

Olli nodded a little and let go of the hall tree. She held up her hands in a staying motion before smiling a little and dropping them when it became apparent that the hall tree would stand on its own. In a futile attempt to wipe her hands off on her mostly soaked, wide legged, dark grey pants, Olli wrinkled her nose and settled for wiping her hands on her stomach.

At least her shirt was dry. Well...that part of her shirt was dry.

Rainwater had soaked past the collar of her leather jacket and nearly doused her shoulders completely. The dark blue of her loose-sleeved blouse was nearly black from her shoulders to halfway down her chest.

Now that Olli had a second without having to worry about the hall tree collapsing under the weight of her jacket, she realized just how uncomfortable her shirt was. I’m going to change. This shirt is soaked.

Dallas chuckled and nodded. I think I’ll do the same. He pulled at his tie with one hand while the other gestured to his shirt.

Olli smirked. You look like you got dunked in the same bucket that I did.

Dallas grunted a little and nodded. Meet back here in ten minutes?

Olli walked to her desk and pulled open the bottom drawer on the left side. She pulled out a neatly folded up shirt and tucked it under her right arm where her shirt was still dry. Sure. Sounds good to me. She reached back into the drawer and pulled out a pair of dark, wide-legged pants to shove under her arm with her shirt.

Dallas opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a change of clothes for himself. "You