What a great read! Flaky characters that could have been pulled right out of todays head lines. The dialogue drives this story up one way streets, and down dark alleys, only to reveal a short cut across a curb – if your not afraid to jump it. Then, through the parking lot of an urban dive where a blond in painted on jeans leans against the hood of a car and smiles coyly as you skid to a stop.
Dev Haskel, The skirt chasing, wise-cracking, Minneapolis P.I. who has an office in every dive bar in town and can’t read the Caller I.D. on his cell phone is hired by the stunningly gorgeous and slightly slutty, Kerri. Kerri has hunted Dev down in The Spot Bar, where the breakfast special is a shot and a beer, to hire him to find her sister. Ever the professional, Dev grills his client for all the 411 she’s got. The sister is Nikki, an address in a seedy part of town, an old boy friend recently married and $500 in cash are his only leads. After a late night strategy session, Dev wakes up with “…bite marks on my left nipple, scratches on my back, my beds a mess and the place reeks of stale, spicy perfume. My head is pounding and I just read a note that says she only took a hundred dollars out of the five she gave me out of “professional consideration”.
Okay, that should have read, Dev, drills his client…but the next day our Dev gets to work. Kerri provided him with a key, a phone bill and a photo of the sister, Nikki. Nude. On a beach with another girl and two hard case crooks who turn out to be recently decease owners of an “internet dating service” .In short order, it becomes apparent that Kerri, Nikki, and no one else in this case is exactly on the up and up. Dev is soon dodging bullets and car bombs and bad guys and trying to figure out why his own client has set him up to be killed when he actually hasn’t learn much of anything. Then through his buddy, Aaron, a local cop he learns of Russian Mob connections to at least some of the players. A prostitution ring and human trafficking all become part of the story. Enter the FBI and ICE and the rest of the Federal alphabet soup. The FBI is more interested in busting a money laundering bank for PR and head lines, but the immigrations people seem genuinely interested in saving the women being exploited by Braco the Whacko.
Russian Roulette is very well written and flows so smoothly that it’ll draws you into the world of the irreverent Devlan Haskel
and have you wondering who the next goof ball, goomba or stiletto wearing babe will be to meet him at a bar. You’ll be chuckling at midnight and trying to remember when the dives close in your neighborhood and just exactly what Jameson's Irish whiskey tastes like with a Bud Light chaser.Incidentally, this eBook is very well edited and designed, as well as being a great read.
Mike Faricy, is the author of six previous books, all available in eBook. He lives in St. Paul, Minnesota and Dublin, Ireland. Mikes books are filled with the sort of oddballs and flakes we’re curious about but prefer to keep at a distance. Though the characters won’t be saving the world from terrorism, nuclear holocaust or coups to take over the government, he does present some oddly human issues that are just below the belt for discussion topics in polite society.I highly recommend Mikes books, available at Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes and Nobel
Look for the author interview next week with Mike Faricy at The Dirty Lowdown
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