Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

Crime Fiction: Private Eye Thriller
Crime Fiction: Private Eye Thriller
Crime Fiction: Private Eye Thriller
Ebook218 pages2 hours

Crime Fiction: Private Eye Thriller

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars

()

Read preview

About this ebook

(8 RED HOT MYSTERIES STORIES + 3 More MYSTERIES = 11 or 601 words over 430 pages Limited)
Make way for 8 IRRESISTIBLE, Private Eye Thrillers... This 8 BOOK Randall Stone Bundle brings you plenty of murders, robbery, kidnapping and everything in between!
The perfect boxed set for anyone who enjoys crime thrillers, mystery books and, of course, murder mysteries

Kill Me Again
Lee Coleman's a low life and a piece of dirty, but when his bodyguard shows up at Stone's office his cold blue eyes peering down a nickel plated 38 revolve Stone's drag into another case. When he finds, Coleman's dead he may be pursuing the wrong suspect.

Shallow Grave
When Stone is hired to pick up a jar of face cream from a Frenchman named Lorenzo Carlos, he thinks it's going to be a quick one thousand bucks, but faith has its own plans. Stone's life is threatened by a cosmetic company owner that has a soft voice but an itchy trigger finger, leading to an explosion that rocks the foundation of the case. All this for a jar of face cream? There's something wrong in Central City, and it's Stone’s job to find out the truth.

Wishful Thinking
When a carnival employee hires Randall Stone to investigate his girlfriend, a girl is murdered in a fire accidentally blowing a secret wide open.

Cold Fury
When Stone meets a beautiful woman in the Lake View Bar, she shows him a clipping out of the Personal columns of the newspaper. An attorney wanted to know the whereabouts of Mary Patton, wife of the late, Ben Patton, who died seven years ago in the Philippine Islands. Mr. Patton left a legacy of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars for his wife.
She hired Stone to claim her inheritance and he meet a man with his code of vigilante justice and Randall Stone’s on the top of his list.

Die to Be Rich
When Stone's hired to pick up an envelope for Mellissa, it's supposed to be a simple case, but nothing is as it seems when you’re a private eye. On the way back from the pickup, Stone is covered by two thugs that use him as a punching bag. Now Stone carries out his own brand of justice on the streets of Central City.
You’re Going to Die Mr. Stone
When a Puerto Rican man walks into Stone’s office and tells him; he’s going to die Stone’s asked to deliver a letter to the man who’s trying to kill the Puerto Rican. A guy just released from prison named Tony Ramirez. And when two men are murdered, Stone tries to find the link between the dead men and lottery racket in the Northpark area.
It’s Called Murder
Scott Braga has one wish, to talk to his son before he leaves Central City and has 12 hours before he goes. He hires Randall Stone to find his son on Fifth Street one of the most dangerous areas in town.
When a murder happens, Stone tries to identify the real culprit.
Sweet Letters of Death
When a man hoping to find a companion or even a soul mate gets taken for a considerable amount of money through a mail order bride he hires Randall Stone to get his money back. Stone races to expose them before it happens to someone else.

Tales of: Detective, Police Detective, Police, Murder, Investigation, Death, Violence, Blood, Shootout, Police Officer, Shot to Death, Fight, Gun, Murder Investigation, Gunfight, Fistfight Noir, Interrogation, Police Investigation, Deception Blood Splatter, Murderer, Punched In the Face, Car Chase, Arrest, Policeman, Kidnapping, Shot In The Back, Shot In The Head, Crime Investigation, Police Shootout, Murder Suspect, Police Officer Killed, Surveillance, Suspense, Police Chase, Crime Scene, Robbery Brutality, Psychopath, Serial Killer

LanguageEnglish
PublisherB.A. Savage
Release dateMar 16, 2016
ISBN9781311221681
Crime Fiction: Private Eye Thriller
Author

B.A. Savage

B.A. Savage has served as a Police Officer in the U.S. Marine Corps eight years and a private detective in Central Kentucky 20 years. Savage integrates his own life experiences and deliberations in his novels. It has always been his lifelong dream to write. He decided it was time for him to follow his dream.He is the author of more than twenty-five detective mysteries books, including the popular Randall Stone series.He and his wife Marcia live in Lexington, Kentucky. They have three grown children and four grandchildren.

Read more from B.A. Savage

Related to Crime Fiction

Related ebooks

Hard-boiled Mystery For You

View More

Related articles

Related categories

Reviews for Crime Fiction

Rating: 0 out of 5 stars
0 ratings

0 ratings0 reviews

What did you think?

Tap to rate

Review must be at least 10 words

    Book preview

    Crime Fiction - B.A. Savage

    Private Eye Thriller

    B.A. Savage

    Chapter 1

    It’s a cold day in Central City and a slow day for business. I’m on the phone ordering a pizza when the door opens.

    Make it quick, huh, Stone? he barked.

    Jerry Foster is a low life. I didn’t like him, and he didn’t like me, and here he is standing inside my office. And I’m not in the mood for his crap.

    I want you out of my office, now, or I’ll throw you out, I told him.

    You talk strong, Stone.

    When a punk like you comes to my office, I feel tough. Now get the hell out.

    I come to get you, Stone. Someone needs to see you badly.

    I know who you're working for. You tell your boss that I choose my clients.

    Get your coat, gumshoe. It's cold outside, he orders.

    I guess you’re going to force me to go huh, Jerry?

    That’s right. My job is to come and get you.

    Why couldn’t your boss come here? On the other hand, are the police looking for him?

    Why ask me, Stone? You’ll see soon enough. That's if you live that long.

    Chapter 2

    I’m not afraid of Foster. He’s a piece of shit and lowers than dirt. However, from the look in his eyes and since I was staring down the gun, I decide to take a little ride with him. Jerry Foster led me downstairs to his car, and then we drove to Sundance Court. He stops in front of an all but tumble-down apartment building; we went through the door and climb the rickety stairs.

    It’s on the third floor, Stone, Jerry said.

    Tell me something, Jerry, why is Coleman in a rat trap like this? Last I heard he had a fancy place downtown.

    You just keep moving, Stone. It’s the first room on the left over there.

    Do I knock or walk inside?

    Open the door, Stone!

    Is that you, Jerry? A lovely, dark-hair, older woman asked.

    Yes. I got Stone.

    Good, shut the door, Jerry. I'm glad you’re here, Mr. Stone. I’m Lee’s mother.

    I’m sorry, Mrs. Coleman. I thought he was bringing me to see your son, I told her.

    That’s right. Lee wants to see you. Then I want to talk with you. Lee is in here. Follow me please, she said.

    There he is Mr. Stone. Now you have seen Lee, Jerry said.

    I look at him and grab the wall to keep my balance. I’m staring at a dead man.

    Chapter 3

    She’s right. I’d see Lee or what’s left of him. In one glance, I saw a blood-soak shirt clinging to a lifeless chest. He’s stretched out on the bed; his hands folded over his chest. I look back at his mother, and she softly closed the door.

    Now will you talk to me, Mr. Stone? What man would have murder a mother's son? she cried.

    Can you tell me how it happened, Mrs. Coleman?

    Someone knocked on my door earlier. I open the door, and my son fell onto the floor. He asked for help and closed his eyes, she stopped and cried a moment.

    What else can you tell me, Mrs. Coleman?

    He asked me to help him. He said he didn’t want to die. He says he came to me for help and asked me not to let him die. I said he would live, and then he died.

    Did he tell you who did it, and why?

    No, he didn’t. He left here to go uptown to make money, he said. However, when he came back, he died in my arms, she told me.

    Mrs. Coleman called me about an hour ago, Jerry whispered.

    I called Jerry because he’s Lee’s friend. I knew he would tell me what to do. He said you could find the man who murdered my son.

    I see.

    Will you help us, Mr. Stone? she cried.

    Well, Mrs. Coleman, have you called the police?

    No. First tell me you will help find Lee’s killer, and then I'll call the police.

    Mrs. Coleman you don’t understand. It’s the police’s job to find out who killed your son. You don’t need a private detective, I informed her.

    The police will not help me, Mr. Stone. My son was a thug; he has a record, and the police don’t like him. They didn’t like him, and he didn’t like them, she tells me.

    I understand. However, they’ll still look for his killer. I assured her.

    Perhaps, you are right. Nevertheless, I will hire you to find Lee’s killer. The police may give up after a while, but I will pay you until you catch the killer.

    Don’t argue with her, Stone. She’s made up her mind, Jerry added.

    I will trust you, Mr. Stone. I will pay you for your service, and you will find my son’s killer and see that he is punished, She demanded.

    Will you help her, Stone? Jerry asked.

    I see you still have that gun in your hand, Jerry, I said.

    Yes.

    You won’t need that gun. Mrs. Coleman, I’ll do everything I can to help you.

    Chapter 4

    Jerry put the gun in his pocket; Mrs. Coleman smiles, and I felt a lot better. Finding Lee Coleman’s killer isn’t going to be easy. Jerry agrees to take me back to my office, and we left Mrs. Coleman after she agreed to call the police immediately. In the car, Jerry is silent until I start talking.

    Jerry?

    Huh?

    What happened?

    I don’t know, He said.

    You worked for Lee. Who didn’t like him?

    I don’t know.

    Stop bullshitting me.

    Look Stone, yes, I worked for him. He said I was his right-hand man. And he paid well to do anything he said. Even so, he never talked business with me, he explains.

    What gig were you two in?

    What do you want to know, Stone? I’m not saying anything that’ll get me arrested, He assured me.

    You want me to catch Lee’s killer?

    Sure!

    Then you’ll tell me everything. What the police can find against you is their business.

    He looks at me and lowers his head and his voice. We were in the protection business. We had two blocks on the north end tied up. The businesses paid out each week, and we saw to it their business stayed safe, he explained.

    And if they didn’t pay out, you made sure their business suffered, I suggested.

    What do you expect, Stone? That’s what we do.

    And that’s what got Lee Coleman, killed. Somebody got tired of paying for extortion, I suggested.

    You shut up, Stone. Look I’m telling you this because it might help you catch Lee’s killer.

    That’s sweet of you. But, from what you’re telling me it could be any one of the businesses you were robbing.

    I don’t think so. They don’t have enough guts.

    Why weren’t you with Lee last night?

    He said he had a date.

    You know her name?

    Her name is Julia Church. They were pretty much in love.

    Do you think she shot him?

    I can’t see it. She was in love with Lee.

    Where is she?

    I don’t know. Right after I found out about Lee, I called Julia at her apartment building. She was very upset. I said I was coming over to pick her up.

    And what happened, Jerry?

    When I got there she was gone.

    Jerry, I hate to sound like a detective, but things like this will usually raise flags.

    That’s not all, Stone. The landlord said she didn’t take anything with her.

    She didn’t take any clothes or personals?

    She didn’t even take a toothbrush.

    It sounds like she was in a hurry to get away, huh? Well, it looks like I got to find her.

    She was in love with Lee, Stone. I just can’t see her killing him.

    Chapter 5

    Jerry drops me off at my office, and before he drove away, he gave me the names of the businesses from which they had been taking money. Then in my office, I phone Lieutenant Morgan and told him what I knew.

    What’s his girlfriend’s name again, Randall? He asked.

    Her name is Julia Church. She left this morning and didn’t take any of her clothes, I told him.

    She didn't take her clothes, huh? Well, now, she shouldn’t be too hard to spot, Vic laughed.

    Come on, Vic, I’m serious. You should put out an A.P.B., on her right away.

    I’ve got that. What are you going to do?

    I’ll check out the businesses Lee was extorting. See if any of them had the balls to kill him, I replied.

    Chapter 6

    I spent the next three hours going in one business after the other on my list. The first store owner is reluctant to talk with me, but when I told him Lee Coleman was dead, he starts talking. He’s a fat man. He’s five foot seven, hair thin on top, named Robert Clayton and a dry cleaner.

    You said you decide to stop paying Lee, Mr. Clayton? I asked.

    Yes! I got tired of paying money to this thug. So I decided to do something about it.

    And what’s that, Mr. Clayton?

    I told my wife about it.

    And what did she say?

    She said, ‘Robert, you're a fool. If you call the police, they’ll hurt you.’ So I paid them for a while. Then I decided to hire a detective. He will find out who this man is, and he will tell the police, He told me.

    So, you hired a detective, huh?

    Yes. His office is right down the street. His name is John Porch.

    Chapter 7

    I knew John Porch. Porch worked homicide when I was a rookie. He’s a big fellow who liked pushing smaller people around. He was dismissed from the department five years ago for accepting a bribe. Robert Clayton gave me Porch’s address, and as I walk across the street to his office, I wondered how he got his private eye license. Or perhaps he never did.

    Well, Randall Stone, he shouts as I walk through his door.

    Hello, Porch. I see you have gone into business, I said.

    That’s what I’m trying to do. Do you have a few clients you could throw my way? I hear you’re doing pretty well for yourself, he told me.

    Yes, I might have something for you. Guy named Lee Coleman. You know him?

    Lee Coleman? No, he doesn’t ring any bells. Do you think he’s a good client?

    He’s dead.

    You’re bullshitting, huh, Randall?

    "I’m afraid not. You know who

    Enjoying the preview?
    Page 1 of 1