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Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Don't Let Your Lifeguard Drown: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Don't Let Your Lifeguard Drown: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Don't Let Your Lifeguard Drown: Lee Hacklyn, #1
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New York City. 1974.

 

Twenty-two Dan DeMille died from a heart attack while swimming alone.

Was his death preventable?

Was he the victim of a jealous colleague who could've saved his life?

Lee is hired by Dan's parents to uncover the truth.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJohn Leister
Release dateDec 16, 2023
ISBN9798223506157
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Don't Let Your Lifeguard Drown: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Don't Let Your Lifeguard Drown - John Leister

    QUEENS.  NEW YORK CITY.  1974.

    CHAPTER ONE

    Four in the morning.

    Not a wink of sleep.

    If I’m not asleep by four, then I’m not sleeping.  I always felt like I slept more than I needed to, anyway.

    I rolled out of bed and put my feet into a pair of bunny slippers, a gift from a client.

    Her five year old daughter’s pet bunny, Bugs, had been rabbit-napped by a savage pig of a next door neighbor.

    He was just about to drop poor Bugs into a pot of boiling water when I shot him.

    Bugs landed on the floor and he hippity-hopped away.

    It took me forever and a day to catch and return him to his rightful owner.

    Stealing a little girl’s bunny rabbit for dinner!

    Well, that’s why men like me exist.

    I don’t beat my chest about, but I’m not going through life staring at my navel or wringing my hands, either.

    I like myself.

    So should you, Dear Reader.

    It was April and it was warm.

    I looked out the bedroom window of my Queens studio apartment and lit a Blue Buzzard.

    I’m sorry.  I like smoking.  It calms my mind and it centers me.  I consider it a spiritual act.  And I like being around other people who smoke.  There’s always an unspoken feeling of human acceptance that militant anti-smokers will never understand.

    Those kinds of people tend to want to ban anything they don’t like, including books like Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain.

    The noisiest so-called social activists of the world, in my unhumble opinion, are the least fun productive and the least fun to be around, according to non-binding, ever-in-flux Lee Hacklynism.

    4:15.  I was only twenty-four, but I my perception of time was already changing.  It

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