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The Common Denominator
The Common Denominator
Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: BookBaby
ISBN-10: B00GHT94SM
Pages: 168
Copyright: Nov. 5, 2013
ISBN-13: 9781483505206
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
When recovering lawyer Raam Commoner and P.I. partner Kayman Karl begin the extensive renovation of an historic Hollywood mansion with the help of a heavily tattooed performance artist, they never suspect that the ghosts that still haunt the property will lead them from Beverly Hills to the ruins of the Warsaw Ghetto to the investment banks of Geneva as they hunt for a common place from which to fend off the lethal attacks of a crooked politician who will kill to bury the secrets in the cellar – and avoid the paralytic properties of a small blue butterfly.
When private investigators Raam Commoner and Kayman Karl buy a derelict Hollywood mansion and start out to restore it to its early glory they have no idea that they’ll dig up a fifty-year old family skeleton and the key to a looted fortune.
But as Raam watches their money get sucked into the restoration vortex, and an outrageous tattooed performance artist makes a documentary of the project, Raam’s Israeli mother breaks the code and starts them on a trek that takes them from Beverly Hills to Geneva hunting for the mysterious character who is using rapidly escalating maneuvers to take the property away from them – or kill them in the process.
Fighting off the politically ambitious grandson of a former owner of the property, avoiding a mafia family with a lot of money at stake, and trying to stay below the radar of the California bureaucracy, Raam and Kayman will need a common place to hide as they retreat before the fatal onslaught of a small blue butterfly.
Excerpt
“No, Rachel!” Kayman had insisted, pacing back and forth in my mother’s kitchen. “I was born Kayman Karl, I stayed Kayman Karl when I got married the first time, and I’m not going to give up my identity just because I married your son in a moment of insanity.”
My mother was just as insistent. “Kayman, darling. You don’t have to give up your identity. We’ll still know who you are. But if you’re going to be a family … have a family … you need a foundation. And a family name is the cornerstone of that foundation. What will you call the children?”
“I’ve told you, Rachel. We’re not ready for children yet.”
If truth be told, I doubted that Kayman ever would be. As far as I could tell, her motherly instincts were stretched to the breaking point by half-day outings with nieces and nephews, and if it weren’t for my mother’s constant nagging, we wouldn’t even be thinking about starting a family. I knew better than to bring up the subject, but Rachel Commoner, half Sabra and half Jewish Mother, couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
“But, darling. You’re not getting any younger. Your biological clock is ticking away.”
Kayman’s biological clock, if she has one, is digital, silent running, and devoted exclusively to governing her reassuringly regular ovulation cycles — the latest of which was almost over, inspiring me with hopes of a romantic evening.
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