Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Late Knight: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Late Knight: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Late Knight: Lee Hacklyn, #1
    Ebook31 pages21 minutes

    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Late Knight: Lee Hacklyn, #1

    By John Leister

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    New York City.  1974.

     

    Lee is hired to invesitgate the disappearance of late night talk show host, Mannie Davidson.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Leister
    Release dateJun 15, 2024
    ISBN9798227837288
    Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Late Knight: Lee Hacklyn, #1

    Read more from John Leister

    Related to Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Late Knight

    Titles in the series (88)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Crime Thriller For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Pleasure Palace

      Sep 1, 2022

      Pleasure Palace
      15 min read

    • Article

      Never Meet YOUR HEROES?

      Apr 2, 2020

      Never Meet YOUR HEROES?
      7 min read

    • Article

      Righteous

      Jan 22, 2019

      Righteous
      8 min read

    • Article

      Heavy Heart

      Feb 5, 2022

      Heavy Heart
      6 min read

    • Article

      The Boy Who Cried Wolf

      Jun 9, 2020

      Josh Turner from Austin, Texas The egg landed with a splat on the truck window. ‘Bullseye,’ grinned my buddy Dave*. Hiding in the shadows, as the car drove past, we could see the driver gesticulating furiously. It was 31 October 1990 – Halloween – a

      4 min read

    • Article

      Stabbed Instabbed The Back

      Sep 8, 2022

      Stabbed Instabbed The Back
      5 min read

    • Article

      The Duplex

      Jun 9, 2020

      I moved to Los Angeles to sing. When was this? August? June? I was twenty-nine, and those were shapeless months, when the days blended together and I refused to pull them apart. My landlord was unusually close to her adult son. His name was Jeffrey,

      21 min read

    • Article

      Shame Is Ever-Present When You’re Sitting in a Cell

      Oct 23, 2020

      Between a strained relationship with my family and the death of a good friend, I’ve struggled to feel like I’m worth something.

      5 min read

    • Article

      I Live For The Night

      Sep 4, 2018

      I Live For The Night
      15 min read

    • Article

      A Danger To Women

      Feb 4, 2021

      A Danger To Women
      4 min read

    • Article

      Nightmare On My Street

      Oct 20, 2022

      Nightmare On My Street
      4 min read

    • Article

      Me & Davey Waters

      Jan 15, 2023

      Me & Davey Waters
      4 min read

    • Article

      Performance

      Nov 10, 2022

      “Wait here,” the guard said as he shut the door behind him, leaving me by myself. The floor inside the lab was polished, and the air smelled of disinfectant, and yet the room felt unclean. Leaves shook on a tree outside the window, making shadows on

      18 min read

    • Article

      HORROR In The Hotel Room

      Mar 19, 2020

      HORROR In The Hotel Room
      3 min read

    • Article

      Festival

      Sep 15, 2018

      My husband, who loved festivals, who was a great fan of festivals, wanted to get to the square in time for the first band at eleven o’clock. From bed, the dog and I watched him dress. He tried on various T-shirts, declaring some of them too tight and

      13 min read

    • Article

      No-good Samaritans

      Jul 6, 2023

      An icy blast hit my face as I crouched in a dark doorway, pulling the three damp coats I had on tighter around me. ‘Any spare change, please?' I whimpered as people went into the 24-hour convenience shop behind me. It was November 2018, and I was hom

      4 min read

    • Article

      Haunted

      Sep 27, 2023

      Haunted
      6 min read

    • Article

      Hollywood, Ending

      Feb 13, 2018

      Hollywood, Ending
      7 min read

    • Article

      Good Guysfinish Last

      Oct 6, 2020

      Good Guysfinish Last
      3 min read

    • Article

      Snatched By A Sex Beast HERO HUSBAND FOUND OUR KIDNAPPED DAUGHTER

      Sep 19, 2023

      Hearing the welcome glug of red wine hitting the glasses, I smiled at my husband. ‘Here’s to the weekend,’ I sighed to Darren, then 44, sinking into the sofa. Just as I was taking my first sip, our youngest daughter Lyla, then 16, poked her head aro

      4 min read

    • Article

      Evil In A Uniform

      Jun 1, 2023

      Walking from the pub, my date’s arm slung around my shoulders, I felt a flicker of happiness. It was December 2017, and I’d met David, then 43, on Tinder. A handsome police officer with a cracking sense of humour, I thought he was just what I needed

      4 min read

    • Article

      The Heavy Load

      Dec 31, 2018

      The Heavy Load
      4 min read

    • Article

      Kings

      Jun 5, 2023

      1.Kings lie down to zip up their jeans,buy Cetaphil, candy, magazinesat Walgreens because they canwalk there unsupervised, describeblowjobs they’ve given to seniorsin cars, spend what they think of astheir own money. Home sick from school,they learn

      6 min read

    • Article

      Snatched In The Dark

      Jul 13, 2023

      A s the glug of red wine hit our glasses, I smiled at my husband. ‘Here’s to the weekend,’ I sighed to Darren, then 44. Just as I was taking my first sip, our youngest daughter Lyla, then 16, poked her head around the living room door. ‘I’m off out,’

      4 min read

    • Article

      It’s Surprisingly Tough to Avoid Snitching in Prison

      Jul 20, 2018

      “Snitches get stitches.” It’s principle number one of the Convict Code, the fabled law of honor among thieves. When I first entered the system, I figured avoiding snitching would be easy. How hard could it be not to betray your friends? One day a b

      5 min read

    • Article

      Love & miracles

      Aug 14, 2022

      Delia Ephron, the screen-writer, novelist and wit, was in her apartment in Greenwich Village in New York City when I phoned. She was disappointed we weren’t doing the interview via video. “That’s too bad. I look fabulous.” She is appearing, virtually

      7 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Late Knight

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Lee Hacklyn Private Investigator in Late Knight - John Leister

      CHAPTER ONE

      NEW YORK CITY.  1974.

      What’s my name?

      My eyes opened to the barrel of my Browning.  The naked woman straddling me was holding it with her right hand and he left hand was pulling on my hair.  Ouch.

      She had short curly red hair and her cute, but angry face, was peppered with adorable freckles.

      I looked at her alarm clock.  3:30 am.

      Good morning.

      That’s not my name.  Try again.  You don’t think I’ll blow your pretty face off?  I’ll tell the cops you tried to rape me.  They’ll believe me, too.

      She wasn’t wrong.  Every cop at NYPD was chomping at the bit to see me screw up and land a prison sentence.  Cops hate private eyes, even the good ones, like me.  That’s a minority opinion, to say the least.

      M.  Her first name starts with an M.  Maxine?  Oh, fuck it!

      I pushed her armed hand up.

      She fired into the ceiling.

      I just had to go to that stupid bar.  I just had to get stupid drunk.  I just couldn’t go to bed tonight without a little...um...psychotic female company.

      What’s wrong with staying home and watching television?  Not a damn thing, according to non-dogmatic, non-binding, ever in flux LeeHacklynism.

      She screamed and yanked on my hair.

      She slipped away, stood and fired again, as I rolled off her bed and landed hard on the floor.

      THUD!

      She ran around the bed, screaming.  This was one determined gal.  I kicked her legs out from under her feet and she fell next to me.  I was naked, too.  If this was her idea of foreplay, neither of us was going to survive another round of sex.  I took my gun away from her, safed it, found my shoulder-holster, strapped it on and slapped it

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1