Deadly Sins III: A Dezeray Jackson Mini-Series

By Kori D. Miller

The Deadly Sins series is a non-stop reading ride. You will want to know more about this pull-no-punches PI who has a bit too much fun taking people down.

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The Burning
Possession
Job Security

Debut mystery author and native Nebraskan, Kori D. Miller, has created a character some women can relate to, and other women want to be. If you love swift, smart, well-crafted plots with a bada$$ female PI, then you'll love Kori's short reads. Get your copy, today!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Kori D. Miller
• Release date: Mar 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311284921

Kori D. Miller

Writer * Facilitator * CoachMy mission is to help you achieve your goals one bite-size step at a time. I also happen to write the Sinfully Scandalous Mysteries series and Deadly Sins Mini-Series.

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DEADLY SINS III

A DEZERAY JACKSON MINI-SERIES

Kori D. Miller

Back Porch Writer Press

FREMONT, NEBRASKA

Copyright © 2016 by Kori D. Miller

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CONTENTS

THE BURNING

POSSESSION

JOB SECURITY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A CONVERSATION

THE BURNING

There are days I truly hate being my own boss. This was one of them. Every other month since relocating to Omaha, NE, I've had a standing appointment with my accountant. She invites me into her office to explain for the umpteenth time how important it is that I enter my receipts and information into QuickBooks regularly, showing me screen shots of exactly how to do each step. It's mind-numbingly boring, but I promised myself that this was the year for me to learn this crap. Honestly, I'm probably going to end up hiring one of their people to do it for me, but I like to know what's going on with my money. So I suffer through the meetings.

Stephanie was just about to explain the joys of entering invoices when my phone vibrated. I'd set it on the edge of her desk. It bounced several times, getting dangerously close to falling onto the floor. I snatched it up.

Do you need to get that? Stephanie asked.

I checked the number, but didn't recognize it. Yeah, just give me a sec. I stepped from her office into a long, deserted hallway and answered.

Ms. D?

Only a few people call me that.

Ms. D?

Clive? What's up? You sound winded. That's what smokin' like a chimney gets you.

Can you meet me at my brother's place?

What's going on?

Not the one way north. The one on Locust Street.

Why?

I need. The line disconnected.

Normally, I wouldn't get too worked up about some ex-drug dealer-turned-art-exchange artist hanging up on me, but this was Clive. I'd known him since before I left Omaha. He was always hanging around my parents' gym watching his brother train, but he never joined in. When his brother got caught up in dealing, my parents booted him from the gym and I didn't see much of either of them after that. Then, I happened to run into him after I returned from New York City. He'd helped me out during a few cases.

I returned to Stephanie's office.

I'm going to have to get going. Sorry.

Should we reschedule?

Um, no. I think I've got the invoicing down. Thanks! I grabbed my leather satchel from the chair I'd tossed it onto when I'd entered her office, and left. Sixteenth and Locust was at least twenty-five minutes across town from where I was. I checked the time on the dashboard clock in my Jeep. If I was lucky, I'd miss the school-bus traffic. As I drove north, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I'd skipped lunch. Hitting a drive-thru along the way wouldn't take too much time. One thing about Clive that I knew for sure was his flair for drama. He was probably fine. I made my way to Runza near 72nd and Pacific. By the time I reached 16th and Locust Streets, my stomach was satisfied. I parked across from the old brick building, got out of my Jeep, and waited for a few cars to pass by before crossing the street. I scanned the sidewalk and surrounding area as I approached the door. It was ajar. I pulled it open just enough so that I could step inside. The building was basically abandoned. Clive's brother, Detrick, won it, or took it; I wasn't really clear about that. It was a great warehouse and if it was a little closer to downtown it'd be worth a lot of money. Clive used it as his office.

I waited a few beats and listened. Then I removed my gun from my back holster, just in case. The lack of overhead lighting made it difficult to see, so I grabbed my small, tactical flashlight, turned it on, scanned, and then turned it back off before moving further into the building. I walked down a short narrow hallway that led to a large industrial-looking room. Light filtered in from windows along the perimeter of the ceiling. At the far end, I saw Clive's desk, a few chairs, a large plant, and a couch. Apparently, he'd done a little decorating since my last visit. I clipped my flashlight to my belt and walked to the desk. A few