Easy (Flap Tucker Mystery, Book 1)
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A missing woman. A killer on the loose. And an Atlanta private eye who meditates his way to the truth....
Check out the Majestic Diner At 3 a.m. Look for a man named Flap and a woman named Dalliance...
Flap Tucker isn't like other private eyes. He's a mystic, a finder of lost things, a veteran of a foreign war who lives on the wrong side of town and lets his mind go freely to nirvana. Now, in the city that Sherman burned but didn't bury, where good ol' boys and transvestite hookers pass in the downtown Atlanta night, Flap Tucker is beginning the strangest case of his already strange career.
Flap's best friend, the beautiful nightclub owner Dalliance Oglethorpe, wants Flap to find the vanished wife of a millionaire scion--a half-wit who may have made the woman up in the first place. Real or not, Flap starts looking for one Augusta Donne, and finds, instead, the brutal murders of two topless dancers and a transvestite who was ritually slain. Each step of the way, the case grows more sinister, until Flap suddenly reaches that place only he can go: where all the universe is interconnected, where a Zenlike truth illuminates the path, and where Flap Tucker, the man with all the answers, is standing in a killer's way....
common—namely our friend Teeth. They’ll investigate, but you see through this coincidence. You don’t believe that Teeth did it.” I shifted my weight and took a step toward him. “Whata ya got, a crystal ball? How do you know all this stuff?” “This stuff is important. You gotta be a keen student of human nature, much like myself.” “Plus, you’re enchanting.” “That too.” He looked over at our girl. “So like I said, be nice, okay?” She looked down and said, very sweetly, “Okay, Tony.” And
thinking, like, AIDS?” He was very quiet. “See. I knew you weren’t as slow as you pretended to be.” “And?” “And what? I was clean. But does that keep our hero from losing the job?” “So it wasn’t just the bite....” He eyes me with a full intent. “No. It was not just the bite. A hundred years ago they would have hunted me down in my crypt at night and driven a wooden stake through my heart.” “Or at the very least they woulda had the garlic toast for lunch.” He rolled his eyes. I sat back in
ex-wife and Marsha at the Majestic and Kelly at the club—these were all standouts.” “I’d imagine this all was for something more than the thrill of street theater.” He sighed, coldly contented. “Oh, yes. Something considerably more.” I folded my arms in front of me. “Like, for instance, you haven’t mentioned our friends at the Golden Potala yet.” He reached over and poured me a cup of coffee then. “You really don’t want to miss out on this coffee, Flap. It may be the last time you ever get a
be? He loves everything. He’s not real.” “Okay, then-who are you?” He closed his eyes, and you could almost hear the wheels turning in the machine he used for a brain. Then, suddenly, “I’m Proteus.” He opened his eyes. “I can be anything I like.” That was it. It shouldn’t have made me shiver, but it did. I never heard a colder voice, and I know morticians. 21 Morning’s Light Lucky for us the doorbell rang again, and the spell was broken. This time Lenny got up more deliberately. “The final
traveler’s checks?” “Of course, Mr. Cascade.” Still without looking at anything, she left. Lenny took in a deep breath. “If we call on her, she’ll say she saw you kill that policeman, Flap. Or she’ll say you stabbed him, Ms. Oglethorpe. I think I could get her to say her son had done it...if she has a son. But now she’s going to get you some money. A contract is a contract, after all, and you did fulfill your obligations.” He eyed me with a look that could chop down a tree. “One way or