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Do you crave SUSPENSE Do you seek ACTION Do you love a MYSTERY Do you long for ROMANCE Do you yearn for VIOLENCE Do you have a lust for GORE Or... Do you just want to LAUGH? Detective Joseph Quincy Kingly brings it all in shovels. Except for the gore. And there's not much romance. Some mystery. A little violence here and there. The suspense is the time between picking up this book and reading it. So.................................................don't let the suspense continue.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	31 janvier 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528966139
Langue	English

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Trouble Has Million Dollar Gams
The Various Cases of a Mediocre Detective
Rory Joe Heynemann
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-01-31
Trouble Has Million Dollar Gams About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Foreword Chapter I Trouble Has Million Dollar Gams Prologue Part I: Snappy Subtitle Part II: More Story Part III: After That Epilogue Chapter II Quest for the Golden Kitty Prologue Part I: Catnapping Part II: Kiss My Snigglebutt Part III: The Surprise Twist Epilogue Chapter III Interview with the Fat Man Prologue Part I: The Bravest of Them All Part II: Hear Her Roar Part III: Irish You Luck Chapter IV The Blind Date Prologue Part I: The Set-Up Part II: The Execution Part III: The Resolution Epilogue Chapter V If It Dangles Prologue Part I: I Don’t Get It Part II: No Offence Intended Part III: Waiting (The Hardest Part) Epilogue Valerie’s Tail by Valerie Chapter VI Undercover Prologue Part I: Juice Me Up Part II: The One Harmed Man Part III: The Juice Is Loose Epilogue Valerie Goes to the Rapy Chapter VII Submitted for Your Approval Prologue Part I: Narration and Blatant References Part II: The Meaty Part Part III: The Infamous Twist Ending Epilogue Chapter VIII This Priest Is a Judas Prologue Part I: It’s Coming from Outside the Office Part II: After Part I Part III: Bet You Didn’t See That Coming Part IV: The Plot Gets Longer Part V: What Else Could Happen Part VI: The Home Stretch Epilogue (A few minutes before Priest shot Joe…) Chapter IX The Dissimilar Duo Prologue Part I: The Dissimilar Duo Was Written in Front of a Live Audience Part II: Acting Like an Odd Couple of Grumpy Old Men Part III: A Reprieve So Brief Part IV: Back to “Normal” Chapter X The Bewildering Solar-Man Prologue Part I: Who Was That Masked Man? Yeah, I Said It. Part II: Holy Mystery! Part III: Questions, Answers and Suspects Part IV: The Part Before Part V Part V: Conscious Part VI: That’s Not All Folks Part VII: The Identity Is Revealed? Part VIII: The Investigation Continues…
About the Author
Rory Joe Heynemann was born and raised in Western Australia. After studying Creative Writing at Curtin University, Rory moved to the Gold Coast, Queensland, where he resides in Surfers Paradise.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my mum, who went above and beyond for me my whole life. Thank you.
Copyright Information ©
Rory Joe Heynemann (2020)
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Foreword
‘Who is Joseph Quincy Kingly?’ you may be asking. A loaded question if there ever was one. For, you see, there are many facets to this man. Is he a handsome man and the subject of all women’s dreams (and some men)? Yes, he is.
Is he a man of the world, wise beyond his surroundings? Of course, he is.
Has he overcome great adversity to reach the heights he has? You bet he has.
Is he a master of the written word? I think the answer is clear.
Is he an intelligent man and a snappy dresser? He has an IQ of 101 and wears a matching trench coat and hat combination. What do you think? Hmm.
But first and foremost, is he the greatest detective working today? A thousand times YES.
Documented here are only a handful of the cases Detective Kingly has handled over his varied career.
Everything from kidnappings, attempted murder, extortion and, of course, romance. While Mr Kingly could most easily keep the stories of tense excitement flowing, he wanted to display an unbiased view of the life of a detective and strongly insisted tales of his immense hardships be included. Strongly insisted.
To help give a complete and well-rounded picture of this remarkable man, there have been contributions by a family member and employee. Their accounts are from their own points of view and completely unedited, a feat unheard of in this sort of tome.
So please sit back, kick off your shoes and lose yourself in the incredible world of private investigations with the world’s greatest living detective, Joseph Quincy Kingly.
Foreword by Joseph Quincy Kingly.
Chapter I

Trouble Has Million Dollar Gams

Prologue
The chaotic life of a private investigator is not for all tastes. Our work is reliant on the flourishing careers of lowlifes, degenerates and all-around scum of society. Kidnappers are my steak and cheating husbands are my chips with the occasional background check as a light dessert. My office is located in the most putrid part of town, an ideal area to set up shop. My monophonic phonograph plays soft saxophone music on a continuous loop. The bright neon sign across the street fills the joint with an appropriate amount of eerie shadows and readable light, the perfect atmosphere and money saver.
Business has been slow of late, thanks to the budget increase for all the police departments in the city, supplied by some playboy billionaire making himself look good. Yes, the diminished crime rate is all well and good for the safety of families, but it means less work for me. It costs money to keep up my dick persona. The matching trench coat and hat, cigarettes and the many fines I receive from the police for trespassing on private property seriously drain my finances. To quote a renowned detective, “Give me problems, give me work.”

Part I: Snappy Subtitle
One uncharacteristically pleasant day, this million-dollar set of gams arrived at my office door. Attached to those gams was a sexy dame in a light-grey miniskirt and jacket, ringing my bell. Ignoring all the good sense in my mind, I let her in to my office, and my life. I knew this girl was trouble. Trouble with a capital T. Which rhymes with P. As in poor, poor pitiful me. Her shapely rear end moved with hypnotic rhythm as she slinked over to the chair in front of my desk. Yes, this woman was a man-eater, I had to watch out, boys, or she’d chew me up.
‘Please have a seat and rest those sexy pins.’
As she sat down, I got a perfect view of her concealed weapons, weapons she’s had plenty of experience using, no doubt.
‘If you don’t mind, could you please remove those switchblades and place them on the desk? You’ll find them unnecessary here.’
‘Very well. Can’t blame a girl wantin’ to make herself feel safe.’
‘It’s a dangerous world out there, especially for a lady as attractive as yourself.’
‘Oh, thank you,’ she said, trying to look surprised and flattered. But this femme fatale wasn’t duping an old wartime mule such as myself.
‘Cigarette?’ I gallantly offered.
‘Only after I’ve made beautiful music with a handsome man,’ she said with a sly smile on her face, ‘and I’ve gone through five whole packs today alone.’
‘Gulp.’ I actually said gulp. Those words from those lips with that breathy voice were a potent combination. This dame was good, an enormous hoochy by the sounds of things, but good. ‘So, what brings you to my door? A fella done you wrong?’ I inquired as I propped back in my chair, lighting my pipe.
‘What gives you that impression?’
‘It’s always a fella. I have dames comin’ here all the time with stories of their men tomcattin’ around on them. Men are nothin’ but snakes, screwing like rabbits with any pussy they can find.’
‘You have a unique way with words, Mr Kingly.’
I offered my hand in the hopes she would reciprocate and join me in a shaking of said hands, ‘Please, ma’am, call me Joey.’
‘Joey then, I’m Mrs Elaine Caroline-Priest but my friends call me Kiki.’ Removing her jacket as she spoke, she revealed her true hidden weapons. This was turning into a deadly game of chess, and she just made a move that nearly sunk my battleship. ‘Tell me, do you see much action in your line of work?’
I took a long puff on my pipe, ‘You gotta be prepared for anything with what I do. I have found myself staring down the barrel of a baseball bat once or twice. Fortunately, my buddies Smith & Wesson are always there to back me up.’ I pulled my revolver from under my desk in a style worthy of John Wayne. The pride I had in my gun was diminished by the look of amusement on Kiki’s face.
‘Not very big, I see,’ she said with a giggle.
‘It’s not the size of my weapon, honey, but the skill with which it is used.’ The innuendo was extremely subtle but she got the message. ‘You wanna know if I can protect myself?’
Kiki removed a small photograph from her pocketbook and handed it to me, the photograph not the pocketbook.
‘Is this Mr Caroline-Priest?’ I queried about the man in the photo, hoping she would say no. For if he was indeed who I thought, I was a dead man in waiting.
‘No.’
Thank God.
‘It’s just Priest. Caroline is my maiden name.’
Dang it to hell and back five times over. Bad luck had a new name and it was Joseph Quincy Kingly.

Part II: More Story
‘I’ll be candid with you, sugar. When I first saw you, I was certain you were trouble wrapped in a miniskirt. Going against my better instincts, I opened my door and let you in. But had I known that you were trouble wrapped in danger with a coating of darkness, I would’ve opened my door then slammed it on your shapely backside. Now take those delicious gams and get outta my office.’ The many shades of grey drained from Kiki’s face as she frantically took hold of my arm.
‘Please, you gotta help me. What chance does a gal have in this man’s worl