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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Mortuary: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Mortuary: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Mortuary: Lee Hacklyn, #1
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    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Mortuary: Lee Hacklyn, #1

    By John Leister

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    New York City.  1978.

     

    Life's a drag for Lee has he sets out to catch the Hitchhiker Killer.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Leister
    Release dateJan 27, 2024
    ISBN9798224145645
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Mortuary: Lee Hacklyn, #1

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      Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Mortuary - John Leister

      CHAPTER ONE

      What are you doing?

      Nothing.

      That’s my purse.

      Is it?  Oh, I guess it is.  I was looking for my wallet.

      Why would it be in my purse?

      She sure had a point, there.

      You think I stole your wallet?

      No, no.  I didn’t say that.

      Like Alice, I felt like I was falling down the rabbit hole.  Wait a second.

      Alice!

      Good morning, Alice.

      Go fuck yourself.  What time is it?

      There was a clock-radio on her nightstand.  Note to Tom-Cats:  Bring a pen before you go to a bar.  You never know who—whom?—you’re going to meet.

      And if she’s someone who’s willing to roll the dice, take you back to her place and let your share her body and her bed and stay the night, then you’d better write down her name somewhere, so you won’t have to go rooting through her purse the next morning, looking for her driver’s license.

      She had long black hair, brown eyes and she was buck naked on the comforter of her waterbed—ah, the 70’s—as she picked up my wallet from her night stand and said, It’s right here.  What’s this thing?

      My license.  I’m a private investigator.

      You’re a lousy lay.  Talk about faster than a speeding bullet.  Was I your first?

      Sometimes, it’s okay to lie, if you think it might make somebody you’re afraid of, happy.

      Yes!  My mother was very strict.

      My clothes were strewn across the hardwood floor of her bedroom.

      I started to dress, but not too quickly.

      This was a delicate situation, to say the least.

      What’s wrong with staying home and watching television alone?

      She lit a cigarette and watched me the same way a hawk might watch a limping fox.

      I asked her, Would you like to join me for breakfast?

      She blew out some smoke and said, "I’m not eating until Sunday.  I’m on the Seven Day Water diet.  I get my calories

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