"A Death in Key Largo" A New Suspense Thriller Only $2.99

Fred Zackel · 07-25-2010, 04:11 PM

Corky Collins and his girlfriend wanted his wife murdered.

"Killing somebody you love is a serious thing. It's got to mean something to you." Even more so, "Whacking people is easy. People do it all the time. Amateurs kill on the spur of the moment, and then they get popped by the cops just like that. Professionals take their time and don't get caught."

But the best laid plans always go wrong, don't they?

From the author of COCAINE AND BLUE EYES, MURDER IN WAIKIKI, and CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT.

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Enjoy good writing poolside at the cocktail hour tonight.

Best wishes,

Fred Zackel

P.S. Also available through smashwords.

Fred Zackel · 08-04-2010, 01:02 PM

(An excerpt.)

Joey got up-close and in his face. "What do you want done?"

"Flea told you, didn't he?" Corky wanted to turn away or step back, but the other man wouldn’t let him.

Joey made an expansive gesture. "I need to hear you say it."

"I'll pay ten thousand dollars to have my wife killed," Corky said.

"You do know murdering your wife is illegal."

Corky blinked, surprised Joey would even consider bringing up the obvious.

"Murder for Hire. That usually starts with a jail sentence of twenty-five years to life. With good behavior, you'd get out in seventeen years."

"Why all this shit?"

They turned their backs on the bright sun.

"I want you to know what you're getting into. Going through with this, your life will never be the same ever again."

Corky was impatient. "I know that."

"And I want you to know how my people feel about this offer of yours. At the least, we're very suspicious."

"Ten grand if you can do it."

"Don't quote prices to me. I'm just the estimator."

"I figured the price would be a straight-forward --”

Joey was grinning, a gambler with a superior hand. "Oh, no, Mister Corky Collins. Whacking somebody you love is a serious thing. It's got to mean something to you." He poked Corky's chest with a stiff finger. "Just so you can appreciate what we're doing for you." He poked him harder. "And you will pay whatever the price is."

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Fred Zackel

author of ...
COCAINE & BLUE EYES
CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT
CREEPIER THAN A WHOREHOUSE KISS
A DEATH IN KEY LARGO
TOUGH TOWN COLD CITY
&
MURDER IN WAIKIKI
All (and more) are available on Kindle and smashwords

Fred Zackel · 08-13-2010, 07:26 PM

(The names of some locations in this book, yes, were changed to protect their privacy, their beauty, and their integrity.)

"That's a guy married to his job," Ivy Lawson told her boss's parrot. "Look how he's got his head buried in a newspaper. What a waste. If he moves his head six inches, bang, he's looking at one of the more sensational days we've had on the water this month."

Like most locals, Ivy Lawson had grown up hearing northerners gushing how beautiful the Keys was, and anyone who failed to appreciate them both irritated and puzzled her. Since she had no one else handy to voice her opinion to, except her boss who was busy seasoning an iron skillet, she talked to the restaurant's resident parrot.

"That newspaper's the dead giveaway," she told the parrot. "When you see a guy with his nose in a newspaper like that, he's used to traveling alone and eating alone. Bet he spends his whole life on business trips. He's a salesman or something. Bet he doesn't even know what state he's in now."

Her boss's parrot wasn't paying attention. He had seeds and his water dish, and he liked watching himself washing his seeds in his water dish. He knew he was such a pretty bird.

Ivy knew the guy in the back booth wasn't the type of guy usually attracted to her, but she still liked looking at him. He was almost twice her age, at least forty, six foot tall, sort of cute to look at, maybe even attractive, but not handsome or (worse) pretty. He was built big, too, like an athlete. He had huge shoulders, and his chest was muscular, like a swimmer maybe. He was carefully groomed, with a nice striped polo shirt, dark slacks, and expensive sunglasses by his water glass. But he was visiting Florida for the first time. The sports jacket on the seat beside him told her that.

Ivy knew about image. She was ...well, ordinary. She was eighteen years old, very short and very skinny, fragile-looking and naturally angelic, a mere wisp of a woman, which she hated about herself. But she was working at overcoming her body type and what she perceived as her ordinary-ness. This month, for instance, her blonde hair had been chopped short and then dyed a bright magenta. She was also considering a new tattoo, this one more visible to the customers, but she hadn’t made up her mind on what the tattoo should be.

She was the sole waitress on duty at the Pier Inn Restaurant facing the Florida Bay in Key Largo and the guy in the back booth was her last lunch customer. Though it fronted the piers and the gas dock, it was a bit out of the way, a tad off the beaten track and not flashy enough to attract the tourists, like this part of the Keys itself. Inside, the eatery had checkered curtains and no table cloths, a half-dozen tables, two booths along either side and a counter with swivel stools. Fake fishnets were hanging from the ceiling, as were two real ceiling fans and a brace of overwrought ferns.

The guy looked up from his paper as she approached. "What did the parrot say about me?"

Click here to link with Kindle

(Read fine fiction in the privacy of your own canoe tonight.)

Best wishes,

Fred Zackel

author of ...
COCAINE & BLUE EYES
CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT
CREEPIER THAN A WHOREHOUSE KISS
A DEATH IN KEY LARGO
TOUGH TOWN COLD CITY
&
MURDER IN WAIKIKI

All (and more) are available on Kindle and smashwords

Fred Zackel · 08-21-2010, 09:59 AM

The sheriff’s cruiser drove past Ivy’s apartment building on Guava Avenue, then stopped for several minutes. Once upon a time her building had been a 1950s-style Keys motel. But every new owner forgot to restore the joint, so it was rapidly closing in on being a dump. Her building was not on the ocean, either, not even an ocean view. It sat back a couple blocks.

Easier than a commute to Homestead, she told friends. What she didn’t say was that she felt, if she moved to Homestead, she no longer lived in the Keys. And that was tantamount to giving up on finding Justice.

The road patrol deputy inside the cruiser noticed her mailbox lid was up. He left the idling cruiser, walked over, looked inside, and then closed the mailbox lid. He returned to his cruiser and reluctantly continued his patrol.

Best wishes,

Fred Zackel

author of ...
COCAINE & BLUE EYES
CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT
CREEPIER THAN A WHOREHOUSE KISS
A DEATH IN KEY LARGO
TOUGH TOWN COLD CITY
&
MURDER IN WAIKIKI
All (and more) are available on Kindle and smashwords

Click
here to link with Kindle

Fred Zackel · 02-09-2011, 11:41 AM

Now only $.99!!

Go for it!

Enjoy.

Fred Zackel

author of ...
COCAINE & BLUE EYES
&
MURDER IN WAIKIKI
which are (and more) available on Kindle, the Nook and smashwords

Fred Zackel · 04-11-2011, 03:10 PM

Thank you all who purchased it. I am grateful for your generosity.

07-25-2010, 04:11 PM	#1
Fred Zackel Connoisseur Posts: 66 Karma: 50000 Join Date: Jun 2010 Device: none	"A Death in Key Largo" A New Suspense Thriller Only $2.99 Corky Collins and his girlfriend wanted his wife murdered. "Killing somebody you love is a serious thing. It's got to mean something to you." Even more so, "Whacking people is easy. People do it all the time. Amateurs kill on the spur of the moment, and then they get popped by the cops just like that. Professionals take their time and don't get caught." But the best laid plans always go wrong, don't they? From the author of COCAINE AND BLUE EYES, MURDER IN WAIKIKI, and CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT. Click here to link with Kindle Enjoy good writing poolside at the cocktail hour tonight. Best wishes, Fred Zackel P.S. Also available through smashwords.

08-13-2010, 07:26 PM	#3
Fred Zackel Connoisseur Posts: 66 Karma: 50000 Join Date: Jun 2010 Device: none	Your first chapter ... (The names of some locations in this book, yes, were changed to protect their privacy, their beauty, and their integrity.) "That's a guy married to his job," Ivy Lawson told her boss's parrot. "Look how he's got his head buried in a newspaper. What a waste. If he moves his head six inches, bang, he's looking at one of the more sensational days we've had on the water this month." Like most locals, Ivy Lawson had grown up hearing northerners gushing how beautiful the Keys was, and anyone who failed to appreciate them both irritated and puzzled her. Since she had no one else handy to voice her opinion to, except her boss who was busy seasoning an iron skillet, she talked to the restaurant's resident parrot. "That newspaper's the dead giveaway," she told the parrot. "When you see a guy with his nose in a newspaper like that, he's used to traveling alone and eating alone. Bet he spends his whole life on business trips. He's a salesman or something. Bet he doesn't even know what state he's in now." Her boss's parrot wasn't paying attention. He had seeds and his water dish, and he liked watching himself washing his seeds in his water dish. He knew he was such a pretty bird. Ivy knew the guy in the back booth wasn't the type of guy usually attracted to her, but she still liked looking at him. He was almost twice her age, at least forty, six foot tall, sort of cute to look at, maybe even attractive, but not handsome or (worse) pretty. He was built big, too, like an athlete. He had huge shoulders, and his chest was muscular, like a swimmer maybe. He was carefully groomed, with a nice striped polo shirt, dark slacks, and expensive sunglasses by his water glass. But he was visiting Florida for the first time. The sports jacket on the seat beside him told her that. Ivy knew about image. She was ...well, ordinary. She was eighteen years old, very short and very skinny, fragile-looking and naturally angelic, a mere wisp of a woman, which she hated about herself. But she was working at overcoming her body type and what she perceived as her ordinary-ness. This month, for instance, her blonde hair had been chopped short and then dyed a bright magenta. She was also considering a new tattoo, this one more visible to the customers, but she hadn’t made up her mind on what the tattoo should be. She was the sole waitress on duty at the Pier Inn Restaurant facing the Florida Bay in Key Largo and the guy in the back booth was her last lunch customer. Though it fronted the piers and the gas dock, it was a bit out of the way, a tad off the beaten track and not flashy enough to attract the tourists, like this part of the Keys itself. Inside, the eatery had checkered curtains and no table cloths, a half-dozen tables, two booths along either side and a counter with swivel stools. Fake fishnets were hanging from the ceiling, as were two real ceiling fans and a brace of overwrought ferns. The guy looked up from his paper as she approached. "What did the parrot say about me?" Click here to link with Kindle (Read fine fiction in the privacy of your own canoe tonight.) Best wishes, Fred Zackel author of ... COCAINE & BLUE EYES CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT CREEPIER THAN A WHOREHOUSE KISS A DEATH IN KEY LARGO TOUGH TOWN COLD CITY & MURDER IN WAIKIKI All (and more) are available on Kindle and smashwords

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08-04-2010, 01:02 PM	#2
Fred Zackel Connoisseur Posts: 66 Karma: 50000 Join Date: Jun 2010 Device: none	(An excerpt.) Joey got up-close and in his face. "What do you want done?" "Flea told you, didn't he?" Corky wanted to turn away or step back, but the other man wouldn’t let him. Joey made an expansive gesture. "I need to hear you say it." "I'll pay ten thousand dollars to have my wife killed," Corky said. "You do know murdering your wife is illegal." Corky blinked, surprised Joey would even consider bringing up the obvious. "Murder for Hire. That usually starts with a jail sentence of twenty-five years to life. With good behavior, you'd get out in seventeen years." "Why all this shit?" They turned their backs on the bright sun. "I want you to know what you're getting into. Going through with this, your life will never be the same ever again." Corky was impatient. "I know that." "And I want you to know how my people feel about this offer of yours. At the least, we're very suspicious." "Ten grand if you can do it." "Don't quote prices to me. I'm just the estimator." "I figured the price would be a straight-forward --” Joey was grinning, a gambler with a superior hand. "Oh, no, Mister Corky Collins. Whacking somebody you love is a serious thing. It's got to mean something to you." He poked Corky's chest with a stiff finger. "Just so you can appreciate what we're doing for you." He poked him harder. "And you will pay whatever the price is." Click here to link with Kindle Fred Zackel author of ... COCAINE & BLUE EYES CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT CREEPIER THAN A WHOREHOUSE KISS A DEATH IN KEY LARGO TOUGH TOWN COLD CITY & MURDER IN WAIKIKI All (and more) are available on Kindle and smashwords

08-21-2010, 09:59 AM	#4
Fred Zackel Connoisseur Posts: 66 Karma: 50000 Join Date: Jun 2010 Device: none	The sheriff’s cruiser drove past Ivy’s apartment building on Guava Avenue, then stopped for several minutes. Once upon a time her building had been a 1950s-style Keys motel. But every new owner forgot to restore the joint, so it was rapidly closing in on being a dump. Her building was not on the ocean, either, not even an ocean view. It sat back a couple blocks. Easier than a commute to Homestead, she told friends. What she didn’t say was that she felt, if she moved to Homestead, she no longer lived in the Keys. And that was tantamount to giving up on finding Justice. The road patrol deputy inside the cruiser noticed her mailbox lid was up. He left the idling cruiser, walked over, looked inside, and then closed the mailbox lid. He returned to his cruiser and reluctantly continued his patrol. Best wishes, Fred Zackel author of ... COCAINE & BLUE EYES CINDERELLA AFTER MIDNIGHT CREEPIER THAN A WHOREHOUSE KISS A DEATH IN KEY LARGO TOUGH TOWN COLD CITY & MURDER IN WAIKIKI All (and more) are available on Kindle and smashwords Click here to link with Kindle

02-09-2011, 11:41 AM	#5
Fred Zackel Connoisseur Posts: 66 Karma: 50000 Join Date: Jun 2010 Device: none	Now only $.99!! Go for it! Enjoy. Fred Zackel author of ... COCAINE & BLUE EYES & MURDER IN WAIKIKI which are (and more) available on Kindle, the Nook and smashwords

04-11-2011, 03:10 PM	#6
Fred Zackel Connoisseur Posts: 66 Karma: 50000 Join Date: Jun 2010 Device: none	Thank you all who purchased it. I am grateful for your generosity.