Jan 1, 1955
Henry Wood is suffering greatly from a festive night of saying goodbye to 1954. His world is one of black and white, right and wrong, but his life is about to change and there will forever be shades of grey. An average detective, with a passion for the Brooklyn Dodgers, Henry is about to be hired by a beautiful woman, to find her father and his journal. It seems simple enough, but when a second woman appears, wanting his services, to find the same journal, he suspects he might be in over his head. He’s right. They are the least of his problems. The local mafia boss, Tommy ‘The Knife’, wants the journal too. As long as it is missing, he is vulnerable, and the other bosses smell blood in the water.
Who can Henry trust? Henry has a mysterious benefactor that he has never met, but seems to have his best interest at heart. Will Henry take the help that is offered? Does he have a choice?
As of 5/22/14, 12:58 pm, the ranking is #7009 overall.
188 reviews with a 4.3 rating on Amazon.com.
May 2015 sales MTD
-1262 on Amazon.com (6 more in UK, 3 in Canda, 1 in Australia)
- 856 on Barnes & Noble
- 35 on Kobo
Highest ranking overall: May 12, 2014 ranked #163
This is the first book in the series. Book 4 will be released in June.
It wasn’t the weather, or the city, or the cars passing that struck Henry. It was how, at 3:00 a.m., everything seemed so black and white. It was 1955. His life was about to change, and there would forever be shades of gray.
The city seemed uninterested in the goings-on of a single detective who was wandering home after ringing in the New Year. All around, people were out smiling and kissing, and more than a few stumbling. It was two more blocks until he reached his apartment, alone. He had a house but didn’t want to drive, which is why he kept the tiny apartment. It was nice to be able to stay in the city if the need arose…or the drinks were flowing. The life of a private detective wasn’t glamorous; most days were spent chasing deadbeats, watching cheaters, or sitting alone in an office wondering how one ended up there.
Henry got to his place and stumbled through the front door - not quite hitting the floor but needing to put a hand down. He was several sheets to the wind and couldn't remember the blonde's name. The one at the bar with the great smile and huge…
He tossed his hat in the direction of the hat tree - he was nowhere close to it - and staggered to the kitchen table. A bottle of vodka was sitting there, waiting for him. Being a thinker, Henry had placed it there before heading out to celebrate the New Year, knowing it would welcome him home if he made it back in one piece. He had forgotten a glass, so he took a small pull from the bottle. The warm glow of a New Year and the thought of the blonde's midnight kiss made him smile. He just wished he knew her name or where she had gone.
Some detective, he thought, you can't even keep track of a dame you were kissing.
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