“I wasn’t worried… not exactly. It’s a matter of fairness.”
“Hmm?”
“Well, after having a baby, you’re more handsome than ever and I got heavy.”
“Sam. You are f’n’ perfect. A few pounds one way or ’nother won’t make a difference how I feel. We clear?”
A corrupt judge, a missing teen, and a high-end hooker walk into a bar…
There’s a punch line in there somewhere, but hell if I can find it.
This time, trouble arrives via our office door. In my defense, I simply agreed to find a woman’s missing teenager. When shots are fired, what was I to do? Let the femme fatale fend for herself?
Wanting me to guard her body, she writes Suds and Sam a check with so many zeros, my head spins. For that amount of dough, I can ignore her advances. If not, I’ll explain how my Brooklyn babe is a mobster’s niece, a police chief’s kid, and has a license to carry.
It was Sam’s idea to search the judge’s safe. Because of her, we found the plastic drive containing ten million in bitcoin. After that, things get dicey.
Dead bodies, safe houses, cats, hitmen, and general mayhem. For me, it’s just another day in the life of a being married to a danger magnet.
Now, if y’all have never read a Suds and Sam mystery, don’t worry. Jump right on in. Whether you’re a new fan or old, laughs are guaranteed.
I should warn you, though. I’m a red-blooded male, madly in love with my wife, so there will be steamy scenes with a very happy ending.
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