In the small town of Tucker’s Corner, Oregon, a bank manager is killed because he found some information about payoffs from Esteban Fernandez to a very high-level member of the United States Government. The banker had time to mail out three copies of this dangerous information before he died.
He mailed a copy to himself.
He mailed a copy to his ex-wife.
And he mailed a copy to his old friend in the city…a man that has a security company that bears his name.
The banker mailed the information to Jim Dandy Security.
Two of the three recipients of the information are dead, and so is the Tucker’s Corner Postmaster.
Jim quickly finds out that this information is deadly, and he finds that he’s in way over his head. He calls in some favors from his competition.
This time, it isn’t Jim Dandy to the rescue. It’s Justice Security, and the situation has never been deadlier.
Inspired by the hit song by Black Oak Arkansas, and filled with seat-of-your-pants thrills, Jim Dandy brings danger and action to Justice Security…and to you!
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / GeneralThis novel is a #9 in the Justice Security series.
This story has been translated into Spanish and Italian.
The day was on the cusp of twilight…those slim moments between the time when the sun dips below the horizon and the time when full darkness reigns. Daytime animals were beginning to settle into their hiding places to sleep the night away. Most birds were already in their roosts, but a few brave robins were tilting their heads at the soil, hoping for a last minute snack. A lone cricket began his lonely chirping, waiting for the chorus to join him later. Two bats swooped and fluttered in the air, gulping down mosquitoes.
“Nothing pershonal, Mr. Mosquito. Just one bloodshucker to another,” said Michael Brandon, too drunk to realize that he was speaking out loud. He was seated on the big hill that overlooked his small town. Fifty-two, thinning hair turning more grey than its normal blonde, and the start of a spare tire around his middle, Brandon was the local branch manager for Second Fidelity Bank, Tucker’s Corner, Oregon – the only branch in Harney County. And his options had just run out.
“Nothing a little good nooshe won’t fixsh…sinsh I’m just hanging around,” he said, again out loud. This remark made him chuckle to himself. “Yep, she gonna mish me when I’m gone…”
“No, she won’t,” said the pale guy. “That’s why she divorced you, and married that other guy. She won’t give a second thought to you.”
Brandon snickered, the laugh actually a self-derisive chuckle. “Yeah, you’re prob’ly right,” said Brandon, slurring his words. “Looks like you’re the only fren’ I got, buddy boy.”
