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A father murdered. A daughter sexually assaulted, beaten, and left for dead. As a rule in the 1950s, a good girl didn't admit being raped--and she would never seek revenge for her father's murder. But Kristin didn't play by the rules.
Excerpt from Baby Shark by Robert Fate
A month or so after starting with Sarge, I told Henry that I wanted to learn how to shoot, too. It was about numbers. I knew what it was like to be outnumbered. Pistols would be my backup if things started going south.
“Baby Girl have pistol. Point. Shoot.”
“No, Henry. I want to learn the right way to do it. Do you know someone?”
“Henry know man back from Korea. He like vulture.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Albert smell blood like vulture. Kill people easy for Albert.”
That put a chill up my back.
“I want to meet him, | |  | | Baby Shark's Beaumont Blues
When a Texas oil heiress goes missing and bodies begin to fall it is up to newly-licensed P.I. Kristin Van Dijk and her cantankerous partner, Otis Millett, to confront dangerous Beaumont gangsters, prying Dallas cops, slick crooked lawyers, and a buxom waitress who smells like Evening in Paris. This is an anything-but-straightforward Baby Shark crime adventure that hits the ground running for its life from bullet-riddled page one to a hell-of-a-surprise climax you never saw coming.
Exceprt from Baby Shark's Beaumont Blues by Robert Fate
NO ONE SPOKE.
We listened to country music and the hum of the air conditioner as we drove southwest out of Dallas. There was an enormous full moon that illuminated the ranch land—flat, open range with dark bumps of sleeping cattle, and here and there tall trees. It was bright enough out for a car to drive without headlights.
Chuck left the highway and took us on a narrow gravel road for a while, then moved beneath a tall wooden archway onto a hard-packed dirt road.
We were miles from any neighbors. It was just us putt |
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