Private Eye

A darkly comic crime fiction book I have written set on the streets of LA, broken down into several shorter parts.

Private Eye - Part 7

Mort, with his black sports bag in hand, along with Frankie, Mitch and Ray entered the Gerard Marshall Hotel via the revolving glass doors.

Private Eye - Part 2

The call Carlos had received that quiet night in the bar had come from a lawyer, one Carlos wasn't familiar with up to now. Daniel Fern.

Private Eye - Part 3

The pool hall was dark, with the lights overhanging the pool tables the only glow in the room. A few tables were occupied, but it wasn’t busy.

Private Eye - Part 4

Next Day. 10:03am.

Private Eye - Part 5

Carlos walked hurriedly down the main street, brushing past the flurry of people that were going about their busy lives.

Private Eye - Part 6

Oliver Draft was seated at his desk in his office, with Frankie standing behind him, by the window, hands clutched behind his back, ever the boss's bodyguard.