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Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Industrial Cure: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Industrial Cure: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Industrial Cure: Lee Hacklyn, #1
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Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Industrial Cure: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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New York City.  1978.

 

Lee is hired to investigate the murder of steelworks industrialist, Henry Grey.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJohn Leister
Release dateApr 6, 2024
ISBN9798224437658
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Industrial Cure: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Industrial Cure - John Leister

    Dedicated to Robert B. Parker

    Without Spenser, my boy is nothing more than a mote in my imagination.

    Dedicated to Ayn Rand

    Without Atlas Shrugged, this story doesn’t exist.

    CHAPTER ONE

    NEW YORK CITY.  1978.

    His name was Horace Hornblower—perfect.

    That’s not how you hold a baseball bat!  How many times have I told you?  It’s the other way.  Good!  Keep your eyes on...why did you swing at that?  You’re not even trying!  Concentrate!  Two fingers, that’s a curve ball.  Don’t swing!  Oh, for!  He changed him mind!  You have to be prepared for that!  Damn you for a son!  You’re embarrassing me in front of all these people!  Don’t expect ice cream tonight, Junior!

    Buddy?

    You’re doing a great job of planting the serial killer seed in your son’s mind.

    Sometimes evil is born; sometimes evil is bred.

    It was September, the weather was cooling and I was at Benjamin Franklin Middle School in Queens, on a Tuesday afternoon, sitting next to the school principal, Morton Narvey.

    His physique was triangular; and not in a Jack LaLanne-way.  The pointy end was on top.

    His face was slick with sweat and his body odor to me was like Kryptonite to Superman.

    Speaking of aliens, the toupee he wore reminded me of the funniest Star Trek episode ever, The Trouble with Tribbles.

    Nevertheless, as he frequently reminded me, he was paying me for my presence.

    What I knew about sports could fill the eye of a needle.

    To paraphrase

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