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Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Philosofeelings: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Philosofeelings: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Philosofeelings: Lee Hacklyn, #1
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Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Philosofeelings: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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New York City.  1974.

 

Lee is hired to investigate the murder of comic book artist Dick Stevenson.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJohn Leister
Release dateMay 10, 2024
ISBN9798224378036
Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Philosofeelings: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Philosofeelings - John Leister

    NEW YORK CITY.  1974.

    CHAPTER ONE

    Knock, knock, knock.

    Someone’s knockin’ at the door,

    Somebody’s ringing a bell,

    Someone’s knockin’ at the door,

    Somebody’s ringing a bell,

    Do me a favor,

    Open a door,

    And let ‘em in.

    But not at three in the morning, if that’s not too much to ask.

    A human buzz-saw lay beside me.

    It’s a wonder the knock on the door woke me and her snore didn’t.

    She was naked, beautiful and I’m pretty sure that her first name starts with a consonant.

    Maybe a vowel.

    I really know how to narrow things down, don’t I, Dear Reader?

    Knock, knock, knock.

    Lee, are you there?  If you can hear me, it’s Henry Houdini!  I need your help!  I tried 911 and got a busy signal.

    Just give me a minute, Henry.

    He was the manager of the Queens apartment building where I lived.  He was ninety, sported forearms like Popeye and worshipped at the altar of Jack LaLanne.

    I turned on my bedroom light.  There was a purse on the floor.  I slid into my Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, picked it up, opened it and fished out a driver’s license.

    Bernadette Overton.  Her last name matched her figure in all ways wonderful.

    What are you doing?

    Oops-a-Daisy.

    I’m looking for my apartment keys.

    In my purse.

    I’ve looked everywhere else.

    They’re in your left hand.

    So they are.  I think I’m still drunk.

    Judging by your less-than-stellar fuckability, I’d say you were right.

    Ha, ha.  That’s very funny, Bernadette.

    Knock, knock, knock.

    Lee!

    Be right there, Henry!

    I’m your tenant, not your employee, I wanted to say, but didn’t.

    Bernadette did that curious thing that so many women do.

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