Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed Drew Slee?: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed Drew Slee?: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed Drew Slee?: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Ebook38 pages26 minutes

    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed Drew Slee?: Lee Hacklyn, #1

    By John Leister

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    New York City. 1975.

     

    Lee is hired to investigate the murder of martial arist/actor Andrew Slee.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Leister
    Release dateDec 9, 2023
    ISBN9798223022985
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed Drew Slee?: Lee Hacklyn, #1

    Read more from John Leister

    Related to Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed Drew Slee?

    Titles in the series (80)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Crime Thriller For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      The Penalty

      Nov 5, 2020

      The Penalty
      8 min read

    • Article

      Beyond Rose Street

      Nov 10, 2021

      “Don’t tell anyone what happened to Tyler.” I stop running just long enough to turn, hoping for more instructions, but Leyton is already sprinting up his porch steps and through his front door. “Should we—” He slams the door behind him. Even from whe

      20 min read

    • Article

      Excerpts From The Works Of The 2024 Whiting Award Winners

      Apr 10, 2024

      The 2024 Whiting Award winners were announced Wednesday night. Below are excerpts from their work.

      19 min read

    • Article

      Human Contact

      Aug 10, 2022

      Beer tasted like wet money—or maybe just bad beer did. Viola had never tried any other kind. She preferred white wine, but there was no white wine at this party. “Drink it like medicine,” the guy manning the keg said. “It’ll loosen you up.” He wore a

      18 min read

    • Article

      The Freshening

      Sep 15, 2018

      My cashier’s black hair was beautiful. Though not unlike mine, it was shinier and thicker, and hung glamorously down to her waist. It looked strong, too, like Christopher Reeve’s in the Superman movies. A strand of Superman’s silvery hair could hold

      21 min read

    • Article

      The Boy Who Cried Wolf

      Jun 9, 2020

      Josh Turner from Austin, Texas The egg landed with a splat on the truck window. ‘Bullseye,’ grinned my buddy Dave*. Hiding in the shadows, as the car drove past, we could see the driver gesticulating furiously. It was 31 October 1990 – Halloween – a

      4 min read

    • Article

      Never Meet YOUR HEROES?

      Apr 2, 2020

      Never Meet YOUR HEROES?
      7 min read

    • Article

      Kings

      Jun 5, 2023

      1.Kings lie down to zip up their jeans,buy Cetaphil, candy, magazinesat Walgreens because they canwalk there unsupervised, describeblowjobs they’ve given to seniorsin cars, spend what they think of astheir own money. Home sick from school,they learn

      6 min read

    • Article

      The July War

      Sep 8, 2020

      In summer, our neighborhood quiets in phases. The quieting begins in May. Schools give their older kids, the seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds, a month off to prepare for the baccalaureate exams. Following a ritual as old as our parents, the students

      21 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems

      Nov 1, 2021

      What is the uncanny valley? asks the student and I draw the graph on the board, and point to the lowest point, and then move up the slope; This is like a scarecrow, it’s kinda shaped like a human but you’re not sure; This is where you’d put a mannequ

      6 min read

    • Article

      Exodus

      Sep 15, 2018

      My exodus occurred after years wandering the wilderness of my hometown. For bread to live, for bread to leave, I worked a part-time gig at the Oregonian’s downtown insert facility, stacking pallet after pallet of inky-ass newspapers. The day in quest

      15 min read

    • Article

      The Duplex

      Jun 9, 2020

      I moved to Los Angeles to sing. When was this? August? June? I was twenty-nine, and those were shapeless months, when the days blended together and I refused to pull them apart. My landlord was unusually close to her adult son. His name was Jeffrey,

      21 min read

    • Article

      The Smoke of the Land Went Up

      Mar 4, 2024

      The Smoke of the Land Went Up
      11 min read

    • Article

      Me & Davey Waters

      Jan 15, 2023

      Me & Davey Waters
      4 min read

    • Article

      Shame Is Ever-Present When You’re Sitting in a Cell

      Oct 23, 2020

      Between a strained relationship with my family and the death of a good friend, I’ve struggled to feel like I’m worth something.

      5 min read

    • Article

      The Leather Coat

      Apr 4, 2024

      The Leather Coat
      6 min read

    • Article

      Speedboat

      Mar 24, 2022

      Nobody died that year. Nobody prospered. There were no births or marriages. Seventeen reverent satires were written – disrupting a cliché and, presumably, creating a genre. That was a dream, of course, but many of the most important things, I fi nd,

      14 min read

    • Article

      79 The Terrible Grinning Men

      Sep 10, 2020

      79 The Terrible Grinning Men
      8 min read

    • Article

      Righteous

      Jan 22, 2019

      Righteous
      8 min read

    • Article

      New NEIGHBOUR

      Oct 21, 2020

      “It was a cold rainy morning and Mr Dear was staring out of the sitting room window. He does this because a) he thinks it makes him look wistful and sensitive, and b) he knows it annoys me when I’m dusting because he could be lifting up all the usele

      3 min read

    • Article

      Kerre, Quite Contrary

      Jul 3, 2022

      Kerre, Quite Contrary
      7 min read

    • Article

      Small Pebbles Like Raindrops

      Aug 5, 2021

      Small Pebbles Like Raindrops
      3 min read

    • Article

      It Takes Blood And Guts

      Nov 21, 2020

      I’m sitting on Skin’s terrace in Ibiza, soaking up the late summer sunshine via the magic of the internet. It’s the closest I’ve come to travel since the start of the panny danny and looking out my window at the dark Edinburgh sky, I’ll take all the

      6 min read

    • Article

      Let’s Say

      Oct 7, 2022

      I magine a sticky, early August morning, around three o’clock. It is dark, the moon blocked by clouds, no streetlights, a siren in the distance, medics running to a heart attack. Imagine a man out on a bike or walking a sick dog, or maybe a woman who

      10 min read

    • Article

      The Turn

      Aug 14, 2019

      HERE’S a story. In college I entered the spring semester of my freshman year on academic probation. There wasn’t one reason this happened. There were many. I had signed up for a computer science class called Digital Security with no programming knowl

      5 min read

    • Article

      Shaken, Not Stirred

      Dec 19, 2023

      Ava Glass, 50 Clambering down the hill, I tried not to trip as my kitten heels got wedged in the mud. Detectives crowded beside the river bank where a bloated body was being pulled out, arms jutting out as though waiting for a hug. River weeds hung f

      3 min read

    • Article

      ‘Trump Ruined Bad Taste’

      Jun 10, 2022

      ‘Trump Ruined Bad Taste’
      7 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed Drew Slee?

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed Drew Slee? - John Leister

      NEW YORK CITY.  1975.

      CHAPTER ONE

      When there’s a knock on your door at two forty-five in the morning, unbridled panic is an entirely appropriate reaction.

      Hi, Lee.  Did I wake you?

      No, Mrs. Audra.  My hair always looks this way.

      Her hands flew to her face.

      Oh, you were asleep.

      What gave it away?  The boogers in my eyes?  My aforementioned hair?  Maybe my muckle-mouth.

      You don’t have to be so sarcastic, Lee.

      I like to think that it’s good-natured sarcasm, Mrs. Audra.  Is there an emergency?

      She was my building manager, eighty-five, her hair was in rollers and she had so much white goop on her cheeks and forehead, it gave me an idea for a new Dick Tracy villain:  Stucco-Face.

      Is Chester Gould in the White Pages?

      Oh, there’s a terrible ruckus in 905.  I tried calling the police, but I keep getting a busy signal.

      I yawned and nodded.

      Such was life in the New York City of the 1970s.

      There were too many bleeding hearts in power.  Thus, there was too much bleeding everything in the streets of America’s greatest city.

      The future of a civilization bodes ill if the primary emotion is fear.

      I was clad only in briefs and Mrs. Audra seemed appreciative.

      I said, Give me a couple of minutes.

      She blushed and replied, Oh, you can come with me dressed like that, it’s fine.  You lift weights, don’t you?

      Sometimes.

      Her voice was breathless.  I’ll take any admiration over none at all.

      After hustling into my jeans, Rio Lobo t-shirt, my shoulder holster, Mr. Browning nestled inside, safe and snug, and finally my jeans jacket, I locked up my suite and followed Mr. Audra to the elevator and we took it to the ninth floor.

      There was so much graffiti in the car, I had to count the buttons to find the right one.

      It looked like it belonged in an art museum.

      Mrs. Audra tsk-tsked.

      Isn’t that awful?  In my day?  We didn’t even know the meaning of the word, graffiti."

      Back in your day, there was a not-so Great Depression and the national unemployment rate was around one hundred percent, I wanted to say,

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1