NINE
MANS
MURDER
Eric Keith
Copyright 2011 by Eric Keith
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Keith, Eric, 1951-
Nine mans murder / by Eric Keith. 1st U.S. ed.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-9773787-7-7 (pbk.)
1. Private investigatorsCrimes againstFiction 2. Vacation homesFiction. I. Title. II. Title: 9 mans murder.
PS3611.E368N56 2011
813.6dc22
2010034858
I dedicate this book to my wife Marcia,
without whom I would not be possible.
THE PLAYERS
Carter Anderson
Employee in his brother Damiens detective agency. Has lived his life in his brothers shadow. But he is about to step out.
Reeve Argyle
Son of poor Italian-American parents, he is a bodyguard hunted by a crime lord for a betrayal he did not commit. But is he the hunted or the hunter?
Hatter Cates
Best-selling author of violent supernatural thrillers and spokesman for the occult. Hatter believes the dead return to avenge their deaths. The question is: Do they have help?
Jill Constable
A home health-care nurse. Romantically involved with Bryan West fifteen years ago. The secret she shares with Amanda Farrell is one she is willing to die for. But is it one she is willing to kill for?
Jonas Cruz
Formerly a business partner of Bryan West. Son of migrant farm workers. Has a secret to hide. To keep it buried, will others have to be buried with it?
Amanda Farrell
Prosecutor for the district attorney, building a case against the employer of her former lover, Reeve Argyle. To what lengths will she go to get a conviction? And to what lengths will she go to cover it up?
Gideon Lane
A wheelchair-bound priest defrocked after a misunderstanding, Gideon is searching for the culprit responsible for his condition. Do his religious beliefs include an eye for an eye?
Bennett Nash
A freelance smuggler on the run from the law. How far will he go to stay one step ahead?
Bryan West
Owner of a detective agency. Former business partner of Jonas Cruz. Romantically involved with Jill Constable fifteen years ago. On a crusade to avenge a family tragedy, and willing to bend the rules. But how far?
MOONS END FLOOR PLANS
FIRST FLOOR
SECOND FLOOR
TWENTY-SIX YEARS AGO
Los Angeles Times
September 1
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIAThe four-year-old daughter of District Attorney Nathaniel West disappeared yesterday from her Santa Monica home. Police are treating the disappearance as a kidnapping, though as of this time no ransom demand has been received. West, a candidate in the upcoming mayoral election, has declined comment. A spokesman for Mr. West says that the district attorney will be suspending all campaign activities as the search for his daughter continues. There is yet no word as to whether Mr. West will drop out of the race.
Los Angeles Times
September 5
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA Four-year-old Priscilla West, daughter of District Attorney and mayoral candidate Nathaniel West, was found yesterday in an abandoned tobacco shop in the Crenshaw district. The girl was kidnapped from her Santa Monica home five days ago. Doctors have no comment concerning Priscillas physical condition, citing the need for further examination. No arrests have been made. Police say they are continuing to investigate the kidnapping but will release no details, except to speculate that the kidnapping appears to have been a professional job.
Los Angeles Times
September 5
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIAFour-year-old Priscilla West, daughter of District Attorney and mayoral candidate Nathaniel West, was found yesterday in an abandoned tobacco shop in the Crenshaw district. The girl was kidnapped from her Santa Monica home four days ago. Doctors have no comment concerning Priscillas physical condition, citing the need for further examination. No arrests have been made. Police say they are continuing to investigate the kidnapping but will release no details, except to speculate that the kidnapping appears to have been a professional job.
Part One
INVITATION TO THE GAME
THE PRESENT
December 12
The railroad station was deserted. Not a soul in sight. Bryan West had arrived before the others, it seemed.
What if no one else showed up? No, the invitation had been too intriguing to pass up. Still, it was over three hundred miles from Los Angeles. The sun had beckoned after him when Bryan had left the hub of southern California this morning; here glowering thunderheads were strung across the sky like No Trespassing signs. Best to wait inside.
It would be a well-earned vacation. Bryan had been working too hard, pushing himself to build an empire out of the bankrupt carcasses of his competitors. A ruthless game, but it had to be played.
Absently he fingered the knotted cord dangling from his neck, the necklace Prissy had made for him. If it were not something that could be damaged in the shower, it would never leave his body at all. Was it only yesterday he had last seen her? Thursday yes. Twice a week he saw his sister, regular as clockwork.
We were all victims of the kidnapping, Bryan thought. Mom. Dad. Priscilla. Me.
Bryan glanced around the large, ghostly station. He was alone. He slipped the note from his jacket pocket and read it once again with a frown. Typed. No clues as to the author. All his adult life he had been investigating threats like this to other people; but now that it was personal, he understood why his clients had always been so unnerved.
The unexpected sound left him little time to thrust the note back into his pocket. A creaking of metal and slow muffled footsteps echoed behind him.
Move and youre dead. The footsteps drew nearer. Now raise your hands and turn around. Slowly.
With arms raised, Bryan turned, green eyes faintly aglow, to confront the muzzle of a small silver handgun.
Bryan studied his assailant. Taller than Bryan, with a wiry frame. Sleek black hair swept carelessly across a tawny forehead, wrinkled with care and browned as much by the sun as by his Latin heritage. Cool brown eyes with a hunted look, like a man running from something.
Well, if it isnt the late great Bryan West, said the newcomer.
Bryan glanced at his wristwatch.
Actually, Im a bit early.
Still the same old wise guy. Just like when we were partners. Cool-headed, always one step ahead of your adversary. Fiercely competitive, to the point of stealing clients from rivals.