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Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Born a Dove, Bred a Hawk: Lee Hacklyn
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Born a Dove, Bred a Hawk: Lee Hacklyn
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Born a Dove, Bred a Hawk: Lee Hacklyn
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New York City.  1978.

 

Who is the Hawk?  He's a vigilante who's targeting pimps and drug dealers.

Lee's a fan, until his latest action results in collateral damage.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJohn Leister
Release dateOct 28, 2023
ISBN9798223540120
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Born a Dove, Bred a Hawk: Lee Hacklyn

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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Born a Dove, Bred a Hawk - John Leister

    CHAPTER ONE

    NEW YORK CITY. 1978.

    Wider.  Wider.  I spy with my little eye, yet another cavity.  That makes six now.  This is a big one.  So is the Grand Canyon.  Does that hurt?

    Yef.

    They sell these new-fangled gadgets at supermarkets now.  They’re called toothbrushes.  Ever heard of them?

    Yef.

    How about toothpaste?  Don’t answer.  You put some on the brush and then you brush your teeth with it.  I see that you have plenty of time for that beautiful mop of blond hair on your head.  Ever floss?  Shut up.  All my patients tell me that they floss twice a day.  They’re liars.  God, how I hate liars.  Everything Chris ever told me was a lie.

    Whof Chrif?

    My boyfriend, um, ex-boyfriend.  He looked just like you.  Does that hurt?

    Yef.

    Good.  I mean, I’m sorry.

    Lying isn’t restricted to just one gender, I wanted to say, but didn’t.

    Her name, believe it or not, Dear Reader, was Dr. Markie De Sade.

    It was a good match for her.

    He brown hair was in such a high bun, it made her look like the Bride of Frankenstein, she wore black-framed glasses that distorted her eyes and her eye-brows were hairless.

    Holy Moley!

    There’s an alien mucking around in my mouth with a sharp instrument.

    I’ll never read the National Busybody again.

    They’re forever reporting that aliens favor another biological crevasse.

    What a rag!

    Ouch.

    I’m paying for this?  I volunteered for this?  What’s wrong dulling pain with booze?  It’s cheaper and a lot more fun.

    What do you do for a living, Chris?  Lee.

    I’m a pyvate invesagador.

    Oh, how exciting!  Is it just like TV?

    Evee orning a fiss fy, every aferoon, I’m knock unconshus and evee ny’s a car case.  And I away get da girl.  Den da credit roll.

    My brother lives in Jersey and he’s a cop.  He thinks all private eyes are self-centered, ambulance-chasing, money-grubbing, glory-seeing narcissists who always die before thirty, usually from cirrhosis.

    I’m tenty-eight.  Two nor yees.  Just ly Ogan’s Run.

    "Oh, I hate that movie!  Chris and I walked out halfway through and we got

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