Kirjahaku

I don't care about your problems. You left your dignity at the entrance to this two bit dive bar. And I can guess, by your sullen expression and defeated gaze, you can't go to the cops? How am I doing so far?Hire me and I make no promises, save one. When I am done, I might be able to show you where you left that lost dignity. Getting it back is up to you.Take my last client. all high class and too much money for her own good. She sat across from me, same as you, and asked me to look for someone precious to her. but I am getting ahead of myself. she hired me because I do something better than anyone else. I dig.

Dirk Bentley, private investigator, is in a rut. Stuck with a case he can't solve, he is put in the uncomfortable position of grasping for clues and finding none. Trying to take his friend's mind off the stalled case, Keith drags Dirk kicking and screaming out to investigate a different case they took as a personal favor to the regional archbishop.Detective Carrie Pettygrew, Dirk's longtime girlfriend, responds to a break-in at a local cathedral. Catching a petty suspect on the scene, they only narrowly miss grabbing a high end cat burglar whose reputation suggests he would have nothing to do with this type of petty crime. The remaining suspect suddenly sings like a canary, leading Carrie to an interesting theory. All of these cases are linked somehow. Proof of that link remains frustratingly just out of grasp.A series of questions and interviews lead the team down an evidentiary path pointing them to an underworld turned upside down as criminals turn on each other in an attempt to gain the upper hand in an internal struggle for power pitting old Mafia against new. While the team celebrates a break in the case, the unthinkable happens and one of their own is sent to the hospital. It will not be the first time the assassin finds their deadly mark.

As a private investigator, you seldom deal with attempted murder. Most cases involve some sleaze bag cheating on his or her spouse. Occasionally, a case comes along where the victim wasn't simply sitting at home watching the late show while their significant other was boinking the neighbor. Sometimes, the case walks in the door where the victim may end up breathing their last. The worst part about a case like that is that no matter how hard you try; justice is just a crappy platitude we convince ourselves is attainable. No amount of justice will bring the dead back to life.My day was going great. I did my part in court and enjoyed every minute of it. Then I went home to the only two people in this world who understand me. Yep, everything was going great for Dean Cordaine, the world was looking my way.That was until my phone rang.I don't expect the world to be perfect. As a matter fact, I generally expected it to turn to shit the moment you take your eyes off of it. But I wasn't ready for what the voice at the end of the line told me. A man whom I generally considered an adversary lay impossibly close to breathing his last. And for some reason, this information hit me hard.I did the only thing I know how to do, I started digging for the truth.

Novella.In 1946, Herr Dr. Schmitz was interrogated after his harrowing escape through German, and then Allied, lines. A man who, during WWII, worked for the Nazis, perfecting an unthinkable weapon. Our sources have obtained the report. This is his account of what really happened at his bioweapons lab just outside Berlin...Uses deja vu font