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Lee Hacklyn 1970s Private Investigator in Shark Horizons: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn 1970s Private Investigator in Shark Horizons: Lee Hacklyn, #1
Lee Hacklyn 1970s Private Investigator in Shark Horizons: Lee Hacklyn, #1
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New York City. 1974.

 

Lee is hired to investigate the murder of Majesty Island Chief-of-Police,

Roy Fosse.

Not long after Lee arrives, Roy's wife, Marcie, is shot.

And is there a shark circling the waters of Majesty Island?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJohn Leister
Release dateAug 12, 2023
ISBN9798223103707
Lee Hacklyn 1970s Private Investigator in Shark Horizons: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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    Lee Hacklyn 1970s Private Investigator in Shark Horizons - John Leister

    CHAPTER ONE

    I was just leaving the Escape theater in Times Square, on a balmy July evening.

    The streets were alive with hookers, tourists, looky-loos, pimps, dope addicts, panhandlers, jugglers and locals.

    You could always tell the locals.

    They marched around the greatest city in the world, as if it belonged to them.

    I took off my jacket, wrapped it around my waist and lit a Blue Buzzard.

    The movie I’d just watched, alone, was Defiance, starring Jan-Michael Vincent.

    A lot of people thought he and I bore an uncanny resemblance; or so I liked to pretend.

    It was my kind of movie. 

    The only thing I hated about it was...nothing, really.

    However, I was discovering that, the older I got, the less engaged I was with the idea of watching movies alone.

    Or doing anything alone, for that matter.

    No man is an island.

    I could see myself dying old, alone and broke, with nothing to show for my life.

    It was a vision that scared me more than spiders; and I’m arachnophobic.

    Help, help!  Stop that woman!  She has my wallet!

    Honestly.

    I can’t take myself anywhere.

    CHAPTER TWO

    The woman in question, came at me like a cannonball.

    She was built like one, too.

    Her Farrah Fawcett wig fell off and one of her boobs was at a weird angle.

    She was really a he.

    He wore enough make-up to paint the Brooklyn Bridge; and a skirt, that was little mor than a rubber band.

    He was pumping his hairy arms madly and everyone in front of him quickly got out of his way.

    I stepped back and stuck out my foot.

    Lee Hacklyn, Master of Jeet-Trip Do.

    Belly Flop!

    As he fell forward, hard, the wallet torpedoed out of his hand.

    I walked over the base of trash bin and picked it up.

    He/she, I guess I’d have to say, they, according to present-day, arbitrary standards, dragged, no pun intended, himself to his feet and said, Give that back to me!

    A man ran up to him.  Not a hair was out of place and his suit was far from off the rack.

    He smelled so much of hair spray, that I feared the event of somebody lighting a cigarette in his vicinity.

    He was pudgy, his silk suit was more sweat than suit and

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