Huey Dusk

By Whit Howland

Girl Scouts with guns. Maniacal mimes. Murder. Intrigue. Big floppy shoes. It's all in a day's work for Huey Dusk, clown and private dick. In his latest case, Dusk discovers there are plans afoot to rub him out. Can he locate his would-be killers before he ends up a puddle of greasepaint? Part noir, part humor and more fun than a three-ring circus, HUEY DUSK will change how you look at mysteries.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Untreed Reads
• Release date: Aug 18, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452466187

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Huey Dusk

By Whit Howland

Copyright 2010 by Whit Howland and Untreed Reads Publishing

Cover Copyright 2010 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing

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Huey Dusk

By Whit Howland

CHAPTER ONE

Huey Dusk knew he was dressed to kill when he taped his ten-gallon pork pie to his green afro—and was sure he was a stick of dynamite with his painted lips and squirting cigar.

He laced up his oversized checkered shoes, slung his polka dotted Dobro over his shoulder and selected a piece of piano wire.

After two snorts from a bag of crushed Lucky Charms, he threw his head back and smiled.

Man that smarts! he growled through his teeth.

Then, he walked onto the stage, strummed and sang Three Blind Mice to the cheers of hundreds of children.

***

Huey finished his encore, saw a braced-faced kid, her buxom mom and flung his pick at her cleavage. He walked offstage.

***

She stood in the doorway of his smoke-filled dressing room and watched him run a comb through his afro. Whatcha got in those clown pants, big boy?

A three-ring circus. Huey’s eyes sprinted up and down her curvy frame.

The two grabbed and groped each other. Then Huey slipped the piano wire around her neck and watched her eyes bleed out. After she fell to the floor, he rifled through her