Sinister Northwoods
- Authors
- Watson, Thomas
- Publisher
- Thomas M. Watson
- Date
- 2015-09-20T00:00:00+00:00
- Size
- 0.20 MB
- Lang
- en
Tired of the city, the four walls were closing in on her. Private Investigator Patti Smallinski, aka “Dutch”, decided to move North.
Aggressive and determined to gain exposure, allowing folks to recognize another detective was in town, she partnered with Desmond “Desi” Franklin, a self appointed P I.
Before long, the private detectives were hired by a man who quickly became a new client. Hell, he was paying by cash and living outside the town limits of Northbank. His large, beautifully landscaped, expensive home was surrounded by the beautiful Michigan Northwoods.
Dutch and Desi’s investigation uncovered something sinister, unknown to the client. After proceeding just far enough to obtain the client’s desired evidence and get their pay, they decided to go on their own and dig deeper.
This is Michigan’s peaceful Northwoods…what sinister occurrences could be happening? Maybe something that could be a threat to Homeland Security?
Here is an excerpt from “Sinister Northwoods”:
All the turmoil in my brain manifested into a sleepless Sunday night. I got out of bed, took a hot shower and jumped into my jeep for an early drive into Northbank for a hot breakfast. My cell phone buzzed as I was fastening my seat belt. Caller I D registered “unknown caller.”
“Hello.”
“Hi, Miss Smallinski, uh, Detective.”
“Hi, who is this?”
“My name is Jesse Blackman. You’ve heard of me.”
Instinctively, I pulled my .357 revolver from it’s holster and placed it on the seat next to me. My eyes moved side to side, scanning my early morning surroundings. If this man is stalking me, I’ll be ready for his advance. How did he get my number?
“Yeah, I’ve heard of you, Jesse. I’ve seen you.”
“I’ve seen you, too. May I address you as Dutch?”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Jesse. What’s up?”
“I’m asking a favor of you. It’s legit and you’re the best person for the job. Will you help me?”
“What is it, Jesse?”
My right hand is still on the revolver’s grip. Not nervous…just being cautious. And I’m a little put off with this polite, social exchange.