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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed The Camp Christy Lake Killer?: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed The Camp Christy Lake Killer?: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed The Camp Christy Lake Killer?: Lee Hacklyn, #1
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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed The Camp Christy Lake Killer?: Lee Hacklyn, #1

    By John Leister

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    New York City.

     

    Lee is hired to investigat the murder of actor Holden Phillps,

    who plays serial killer Reese Jameson in The Camp Christy Lake Killer

    film series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Leister
    Release dateJan 6, 2024
    ISBN9798224572472
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed The Camp Christy Lake Killer?: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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      Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Who Killed The Camp Christy Lake Killer? - John Leister

      NEW YORK CITY.  1980.

      CHAPTER ONE

      Hi, there.  I have an appointment to see Dr. Heel.  Great name.  Too bad about the spelling.

      Why?

      Her name was Trixie, according to her nametag; and she was blonde.

      Man, was she ever!

      Your name?

      Lee Hacklyn, Living Legend.

      Is that Legend with an L?

      No, that’s Hacklyn with an H."

      Oh, here you are.  You’re early.

      She made that statement with the gravitas of a Judge sentencing me to life in prison for murdering every animal at the New York Zoo.

      I know, I’m early.  Single, too.  Would you like to have a drink with me, after work?

      She gave me the New York Salute.

      Every worm gets the bird.

      Then, she looked down at her McDonald’s crossword puzzle.

      French blank.  Kiss?  Wait, that’s four letters.

      I bit my tongue, sat and picked up an issue of Woman’s Life magazine from 1955.

      Why It’s Okay To Murder Your Cheating Husband.

      190 over 80.  Not exactly heart attack territory, but not exactly the winning lottery numbers, either.  Smoker?  Never mind, I can smell it on your breath.

      I’m sorry.

      Your mouth smells like an ashtray.

      I’m very sorry.

      His breath smelled like the inside of an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

      He sat, lit a Blue Buzzard, handed me one and I joined him.

      What do you do for a living, Lee?

      This doesn’t surprise anyone more than me, Doc, but I’m a private investigator.

      Oh, really?  Do you watch Mannix?

      Sure.

      Do they get it right?

      Well, whenever I’m knocked unconscious, I don’t wake up, after the commercial break,  tied to a chair.  I wake up in a hospital.  You watch Medical Center?

      Yeah.

      Do they get it right?

      Dr. Gannon gets laid a lot more than I do.

      We laughed.  My new best pal.  A doctor, of all things.  A doctor who

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