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Murder in the West Bottoms
by Joseph M. Drivdahl   

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Action/Thriller

Publisher:  JD Press ISBN-10:  1449596053 Type: 
Pages: 

284

Copyright:  Nov 11, 2009 ISBN-13:  9781449596057
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Murder in the West Bottoms
Fourth Street Books

Sage Chandler, a high profile Kansas City attorney, loses his wife and job to alcoholism. He decides to become a private investigator and after solving a couple of small cases, takes on the case of a missing prostitute, which takes him on a journey that almost costs him his life.

Murder in the West Bottoms is about Sage Chandler, a high profile, alcoholic lawyer who loses his job and becomes a private investigator. After successfully solving some minor cases, he takes on a case that involves a missing prostitute. Papa B, the prostitute’s pimp, hires Sage to find his best girl, Trixy Bedluv. Believing Trixy is a run-away, Sage takes the case and begins an adventure that almost costs him his life. The book contains violence, rape, murder, and intrigue.

Before Sage and Papa B begin their search for Trixy, Papa B is contacted by the man who has kidnapped Trixy, Max Brown, and demands $50,000 in ransom or he will kill Trixy. With the money in hand, Papa convinces Sage to help him deliver the money to the kidnapper. In the process, Papa is shot to death and Sage wounds the kidnapper by shooting him in the arm. Wounded, the kidnapper escapes with the money but not before taking a few potshots at Sage and Trixy as they run away. Max goes home and tries to convince his sidekick, Hughie Long who had been a medic in the Vietnam War, to remove the bullet from his arm. Hughie is unable to perform the surgery and takes Max to the hospital.
While recovering, Max is visited by Detective John Marble and Susan Driscoll, Max’s Parole Officer. It seems the two have been trying to contact Max for some time in connection with a brutal beating and robbery at a local bar two months earlier. Of course Max committed the crime, but neither the detective nor the parole officer knows that. They just want to question Max since he was seen at the bar.
After being released from the hospital, Max is escorted to jail by Detective Marble and Officer Driscoll. He is being held because he admitted to drinking alcohol while at the bar where the crime occurred. During his stay, he is questioned heavily by Marble and Driscoll, but he is a smart man. He knows they have no proof and that if he remains silent, they will be forced to release him.
Upon his release he is met by Hughie. Together the two travel to Sage’s ex-wife’s house with the intent to kidnap her and Sage’s two children and use them as bait to entice Sage out into the open. Max intends to murder Sage for shooting him in the arm.
Meanwhile, Sage has teamed up with Trixy, whose real name is Samantha Johnson from Bismarck, North Dakota. It turns out that she was kidnapped into prostitution and is not at all like that, but rather a small town country girl. Sage and Samantha hit it off and form a partnership. Sage finally convinces Samantha to go to the police to see if she can identify her kidnapper. She does, and is told that they just released him. Sage and Samantha got to a local hotel to hide out while the police search for Max.
While at the hotel, Sage receives a call from Max who has his cell number because he has Papa B’s cell phone with Sage’s number saved as the last person Papa had called. He tells Sage about his holding his family hostage and says he has eight hours to come get them or he will start killing them one at a time.
Sage decides to call in a man who specializes in situations such as Sage finds himself, “Blackie” Reynolds. Blackie, along with Sage and Samantha, go to the West Bottoms to rescue Sage’s family, which they are able to do, but experience quite an adventure in the process.
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Trixy suddenly became aware of a sharp pain on her inner thigh. It was that fucker who was keeping her prisoner, that Prickface son of a bitch pinching the inside of her thigh, hard!
“Its time, bitch”, he said with his gravelly voice, “Get that punkass pimp of yours on the horn.” She took the phone from his extended hand. “Now!” he growled. She dialed the phone and waited for Papa B to answer. She felt woozy, like she was coming out from under anesthesia after surgery. She felt cold and damp. She suddenly realized she was stark naked lying on an old, worn out single mattress. There were no sheets or blankets, just the bare mattress. Some of the striped material had rotted away allowing the stuffing to poke through. It smelled of old body odor and piss. Why was she naked? What had happened her? Had she been drugged? She tried to sit up to cover herself, but Prickface put a boot on her chest and pressed her down onto her back. Suddenly Papa B answered the phone. “Papa. Help!” she cried trying unsuccessfully to subdue the panic in her voice.
“Give me that”, Prickface said as he grabbed the cellphone from her. “I've got your whore, here” he said. “She's already made me a lot of money. I've run eighteen guys through here already and I got more waiting, but I'd rather sell her back to you while there is still something left to sell.”
Trixy was shocked. Eighteen guys he had said. Was that true or was he just trying to scare her? Oh my god! Had they worn rubbers? Why couldn't she remember? “Think, Trixy, think...” She struggled to get control of her thoughts, but her brain was on overload. Eighteen men! Without any protection. Oh what kind of disease-ridden assholes had done what to her?
Images crept into her mind. She slowly became aware of the pungent smell of cheap, men's cologne. Where was that coming from? Her chest? Oh my God, her breasts reeked of men's cologne. Oh it was true. Eighteen men had had their way with her over the last... How long had it been? What time was it, what day was it? Where the hell was she?
Prickface, who had been babbling about something, became silent for a few seconds, bringing Trixy back to the here and now.
“Yeah”, Prickface said suddenly, “I'd say fifty thousand will buy you a brand new... well, lets say, slightly used little whore.”
“Fifty thousand?!” Trixy could hear Papa's voice even though Prickface held the phone tight to his ear.
“That's right. I figure this little whore of yours makes a lot of money for you. If she only works five nights a week she's still bringing home twenty five, maybe three grand. I'm only asking for a little taste... and I want it tonight, or you can kiss you little money-maker here good bye. I'll let these fuckin' perverts fuck her to death for $20 each, then dump her worn out ass in the river.”
More silence... deafening silence. Finally Prickface spoke again.
“Let me put it this way. Right now she's still a prime piece of real estate, maybe not Boardwalk, more like Marvin's Gardens but if you don't pay me what I want tonight, by tomorrow she'll be Baltic Avenue.”
With that, he closed his cellphone and looked down at Trixy smiling. “You're gonna make me a bunch of money tonight.” he said. “What do you think of that?”
Trixy said nothing. She felt very vulnerable lying there naked on that putrid mattress.
“So” he said, sitting next to her and grabbing her left breast. “How about you entertain me while we wait?” Trixy tried to brush his hand away but he was too strong. He pinched her hard on her side just below the ribs. She winced in pain, but didn't cry out.
“C'mon, baby” he said. “Don't be shy. Lets have some fun.”
Trixy had no intention of being shy. “Fuck you!” she said. He grabbed her nipple and twisted it. She couldn't help herself. She yelled out in pain this time.
“I'll rip your nipples off” he said, laughing. “Is that what you want, bitch?” He kept asking and twisting until she had no choice but to answer. “No” she said. “I will do whatever you want.”
He grabbed her behind the head and shoved her face toward his crotch. “You know what I want, baby.”


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