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Detroit 38 -- Death Served Cold von Younkman, Tim (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 22.02.2016
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Detroit 38 -- Death Served Cold

Prohibition is ended but the Great Depression still grips Detroit and someone is kidnapping the children of Ford River Rouge plant managers demanding company president Edsel Ford pay the ransom to free them. Detroit private detective Jonathan Raines returns in a new case, helping the auto-magnate put an end to the threat and to expose the criminals' plot to escalate the terror to the Ford family personally.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 500
    Erscheinungsdatum: 22.02.2016
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483564272
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 613kBytes
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Detroit 38 -- Death Served Cold

ONE The last time I saw Edsel Ford face-to-face was in a Windsor, Ontario diner where we conspired to catch a killer. Now, out of the blue six years later, his voice was on the line at eight o'clock in the morning, a soft voice with an undertone of anger or fear, take your pick. My head throbbed like the inside of a base drum, the residuals of celebrating the promise of a big payday. Having discovered the stolen art treasure, the recovery fee would make life much easier once the insurance company cut the check. "This doesn't have anything to do with an art collection, does it, Mister Ford?" I mumbled as I struggled to clear the cobweb that engulfed my brain. "I am aware of that case you solved, Mister Raines, and congratulations, but this is a much more serious, and extremely sensitive, matter," Ford somberly declared. "I'm afraid I have made a terrible miscalculation. I can't get into it on the phone, so I've taken the liberty of sending a car around for you. Discretion is imperative, Mister Raines. Please meet me but say nothing to anyone about it. I think everything will be self-evident once you hear what I have to say." He didn't wait for my affirmative response nor was I thrilled with having to hustle out of bed this early on the whim of automotive royalty. "Just so long as Harry Bennett isn't involved..." I groaned, admitting to myself that it was the best offhand quip I could conger. His answer sold me on agreeing to the meet. "I can't rule anything out," he said and the phone went silent. I sat on the edge of the bed, phone still at my ear, my mind now in overdrive wondering what the hell the president of Ford Motor Company was trying to tell me. Why send a car for me when I easily could drive myself to any meeting. Everything will be self-evident... Forty-five minutes later I was watching the city zoom by as the Lincoln limo weaved through the morning rush-hour traffic. It was evident the tallest of the buildings weren't new any longer; those skyscrapers born in the Twenties had lost their freshness, or maybe the Depression had robbed them of their importance. Seeing them age meant I was getting older, too. When I looked in the mirror, I expected to see a nineteen-year-old Marine staring back, but instead there was a thirty-eight-year-old mug with creases and scars, a few gray hairs at the temple, and ancient eyes reflecting the pain I'd seen-and some I had caused-over the years. I wondered what happened to that little kid in his comfortable Corktown neighborhood, running with a crowd of other Irish kids seemingly without any cares. I hadn't gone very far from there, actually, since I still had an office and apartment nearby. I once had figured twenty years out of the Marines would find me celebrating a twentieth wedding anniversary, watching my first-born graduate from high school, and having a mortgage-burning party. I'd be an engineer transforming the world into a better place than the one which had torn itself to pieces. As the limo swung onto Woodward, I tapped on the sliding glass barrier separating me from the driver, which he opened enough for conversation. "Where are we headed?" I inquired, looking him in the eye by way of the interior mirror. His face crinkled a bit in a professional smile. "It's not that far, sir, but I've been instructed not to say anything in advance for security reasons. It will be made clear to you." He slid the glass back in place and I settled back in the seat, returning my gaze out the window. Everything will be self-evident... When it was apparent that we weren't heading toward Ford World Headquarte

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