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Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Monster Crazy: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Monster Crazy: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Monster Crazy: Lee Hacklyn, #1
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New York City.  1974.

 

Lee is hired to investigate the murder of actor/stuntman Buck Fawcett,

who played the title character in the Megabeast series of monster movies.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJohn Leister
Release dateMar 23, 2024
ISBN9798224543939
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Monster Crazy: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Monster Crazy - John Leister

    NEW YORK CITY.  1974.

    CHAPTER ONE

    Excuse me, sir.  Maybe you didn’t see the sign.  This is the Express Line.  There’s a fifteen-item limit in this line.  I’ve just finished counting the number of items in your shopping cart.  There are sixteen items, sir.

    Sunday afternoon, the worst possible time to go grocery shopping.  Everybody knows this, yet everybody, or so it seemed to me, chose to do their grocery shopping on Sunday afternoons.

    Human nature is a lot of things, but boring isn’t one of them.

    I had to admire the little guy standing in front of me.  He was the kind of guy you could easily picture in high school, walking down a hallway, oblivious to the Kick Me sign taped to his back.

    He was thin, pale, bespectacled and judging by the looks of him, expended little in the way of brain power on attire.

    His IQ was probably higher than my weight, he probably understood trigonometry, but dollars-to-doughnuts, he had yet to kiss a girl, never mind ask one out, but he had balls and I’ll bet his neck hurt at he craned it up at the human Monolith before him.

    He was in his early thirties, his shoulders were broad enough to hold several volumes of the World Book Encyclopedia and his eyes were black pits of soulessness.

    Is that a word?

    It is now.

    I was at Galaxy Groceries in Queens and there were more people there than you’d find at an NRA convention in Texas.

    Like most real men, I hated shopping.  For anything, other than attention, if that makes any sense.

    It was July, hotter than Bonnie Raitt, there was no air-conditioning and the stink of sweat was omnipresent.

    "Not only can I count higher

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