Unbidden Garden
The Southside Hooker, #3
Mystery & Suspense, Hard-Boiled, Fiction & Literature, Crime
| Author: | Baer Charlton | ISBN: | 9781502211286 |
| Publisher: | Baer Charlton | Publication: | December 7, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Baer Charlton |
| ISBN: | 9781502211286 |
| Publisher: | Baer Charlton |
| Publication: | December 7, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Life is splashing along for Hooker, as he cruises the South end of San Jose in his custom built 1959 Marmon tow-truck with his trusty side-kick Box, snoring between the seats. The serious end of fall has settled into a myriad of jumpstarts and drivers re-learning how to park in the middle of rain washed freeways.
Blood ally is working overtime on its name. A rash of “suicide by oncoming car” takes over as IBM starts another round of layoffs that runs a cold blade through the lower ribs of the indentured Santa Clara valley. Mudslides make recoveries of wrecks over cliffs—dicey; and the unusual cold has done unkind things to many people.
But for Hooker and the local police—it is just another fall with colder rain. A car recovery over a muddy cliff turns up a dead body; or more exact—four skeletons, and bags of curious jewelry and gold statues.
It would all be a “walk away” for Hooker, but one of the skeletons is sporting a watch and dog tags that make it personal; very personal.
And then Hooker desperately wishes for the warmth of summer.
The Squirt is back and gets some hot attention, as some old bones heat up a cold case that never saw the light of day.
This could change everything.
Life is splashing along for Hooker, as he cruises the South end of San Jose in his custom built 1959 Marmon tow-truck with his trusty side-kick Box, snoring between the seats. The serious end of fall has settled into a myriad of jumpstarts and drivers re-learning how to park in the middle of rain washed freeways.
Blood ally is working overtime on its name. A rash of “suicide by oncoming car” takes over as IBM starts another round of layoffs that runs a cold blade through the lower ribs of the indentured Santa Clara valley. Mudslides make recoveries of wrecks over cliffs—dicey; and the unusual cold has done unkind things to many people.
But for Hooker and the local police—it is just another fall with colder rain. A car recovery over a muddy cliff turns up a dead body; or more exact—four skeletons, and bags of curious jewelry and gold statues.
It would all be a “walk away” for Hooker, but one of the skeletons is sporting a watch and dog tags that make it personal; very personal.
And then Hooker desperately wishes for the warmth of summer.
The Squirt is back and gets some hot attention, as some old bones heat up a cold case that never saw the light of day.
This could change everything.
