A Tease From - "A Diamond in the Ruff"

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"A Diamond in the Ruff"

The Action is Starting to Heat Up

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It was just a hair under three minutes before my phone rang again. Once again, my caller ID showed the number as restricted.  I picked it up and answered just exactly as I had answered the first call.  This time, there was a very ruff sounding male's voice on the other end of the call.

"You still got my diamonds, Honey?"

I smiled and thought, “I can play the same game buddy,” as I answered "I am not your Honey, and I have no desire to be your Honey either.  I have a name, which I believe that you know, and I expect you to use it.  Now please provide me with your name, and a call back number sir."

"Well sorry Ms. Mckenzi, I didn't think you would get so upset, what with you being a retired Marine, I bet you got called a lot worse than Honey in the Corps."

Now I was starting to get a little pissed with this asshole; "I doubt that you ever spent a day in the Marine Corps, because if you had, you would know that I would have been addressed as Major McKenzie and not Honey, asshole."

And with that, I hung up the phone. 

"Okay, gang, when he calls back do I play nice or do we want to piss him off enough that he will come out here?

I heard Jill say, "Start nice, then fuck with him some more. , I think we either have the seller or the courier on the hook with this one."

I then heard the Tactical Unit Commander say, "Maggie and Jill, I agree, but I am going to move two of my team forward to where the lane come out behind the barn.  We just might have both groups very interested."

Jill, who actually had the overall responsibility, as the Bureau was senior, agreed with the commander, just as the phone rang again.  I answered it just as I had every other time, with a polite hello.

The same voice came on the line; "Major Mckenzie, honey, I don't let anybody hang up on me.  You have something that belongs to me, and I want it back right now bitch."

"We sir, even if I knew for sure that it belonged to you, there is no way that I could give it to you right away because you're not here to accept it."

"You have no idea where the fuck I am.  I might be sitting on your back porch for all you would know.  I've done a few special ops in my time, and got paid a hell of a lot more than you did as a Marine."

"Are you going to id. the diamonds for me, or do I hang up again on you, because you don't scare me."

"The name is Jonas, Major Honey, and I bet I can scare the panties right off of you."  Before I could jerk his chain, he rattled off the exact description of the bag, the numbers, and the id number of the largest stones in the bags.

"Well you did you homework well Jonas, you win a bag of diamonds, that is if you have the balls to come and get them from me and Street Fighter. Oh and he does not like people that are not nice to me."

"Major honey, your little pussy, both of them in fact, just might like it when I get my hands on you. You got all of the bags there because I found your little note before the cops sealed off the area.  You're gonna just love what I have in store for you Major Honey."

"Jonas, I don't care if you have Moby's dick, it has been tried before, and his balls ended up somewhere on the ceiling, and he just can't seem to keep those fifty virgins happy."

"Yeah, well this boy don't wear a towel on his head, we American's are a lot smarter Major Honey."

I couldn't resist one more jab, so I added, "Oh I bet you are Jonas, and I liked your little tree drop.  One problem boy, you don't use pine to make a fake limb plug in an oak tree. Even a fucking girl marine knows that ya dumb shit."

I hung up the phone, without a goodbye, or see you later, and looked up at Ann. Who laughed and said, "I don't think that you and Jonas hit is off very well Maggie."

"Aw, I thought I treated him very nicely, for a redneck dick head."

Do you get the feeling that Maggie really doesn't like Jonas?

Read all Three Episodes in the "Jasper, Street-Fighter and Me" series.
Bk 1 - "Candie Isn't Always Sweet"
Bk 2 - "A Diamond in the Ruff"
Bk 3 - "Serial Doesn't Start with a C"  in paperback only - Kindle release is January 2, 2016

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• The sample from Out of the Chaos, has been replaced by a sample from "Murder in St. Luietz"

Coming Soon - New Short Story Detective Series

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A New Short Story Detective Series

From Richard Nurse

What do you do when a totally unexpected guest suddenly joins your team? Well if you are Maggie McKenzie, Major, USMC retired, a former Marine MP and dog handler, you realize that it just might be time to change your business cards. Especially when Jasper, your highly trained Border Collie, who retired along with you, amazingly accepts this unexpected guest, and even shares his food.

Maggie's new business cards become the title of this new action packed series where each new story will be a separated case taken on by: "Jasper, Street Fighter & Me"

Oh, and who is Street Fighter you say, you will have to wait until the next blog to see, unless you know me personally. 

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Nursesnook&Books - Out of the Chaos - Tease

"Out of the Chaos"

By: Richard Nurse

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Think you can guess what Mom has done to get directions like these from her daughter?

The beginning of Chapter 29

At a little before eleven, Julie and I looked at each other, and smiled.  We had both heard the noise that the old style spring closer on the door made.  I waited until I heard it close, and then hit the button on the remote to electronically lock the door.

I knew who ever had entered the porch had heard the lock slide home, as I head a female voice say fuck, and then heard the door rattle.  Julie then began her part in our plan to capture her mother.  “Danielle, this is Julie, if you want to talk to me face to face, put any weapons you might have on you on the table, drop your pants to your ankles, and lay on the floor with your arms spread out to either side.”

We both smiled, as we heard Danielle say, “I am not dropping my jeans for anybody, now unlock the fucking door so that I can leave.”

I didn’t even bother to peek out the blinds, instead I simply said, “Danielle, this is Senior Homicide Detective Charlotte Nelson, I am sitting here with your daughter Julie.  For your information, I am also her legal guardian, until such time as your ex-husband is able to resume his duties as her father.  Now if you would like to speak with Julie, you will do exactly as Julie instructed.  You have exactly 10 seconds to make your decision, before I alert the officer parked in the driveway, and turn on the lights on the porch, taking any cover you might have away from you.”

She didn’t waste any time with voicing her displeasure, which ended with a laugh, like the joke was on us.  At the same time that I heard her say okay, I heard a heavy object, which I assumed was a hand gun being dropped on the table.  She then said that her jeans are at her feet, and that she is laying down now.

I peeked out the blind, and saw that she had actually complied as directed.  I handed my Mag-lite to Julie and opened the door to the porch, and with Julie shinning the light so that it was directly in her ex-mothers face effectively blinding her, I slipped around behind her and put a pair of plastic zip cuffs on her wrists and pulled them tight.

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Date:  September 9, 2014

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"Out of the Chaos"

• As promised - The following is from Chapter Two of "Out of the Chaos".

As we began our trek, through the maze of equipment and hoses to where the make-shift morgue, Chuck had spotted where the fire department’s Battalion Chief was commanding the scene from, and headed in his direction for his assessment of the situation.  Battalion Chief Angelo, who knew both Chuckie and I spotted us at about the same time, and waved for us to come over to him.

When we reached Battalion Chief Angelo, he was just finishing giving instructions to an arriving ladder truck. Once he had completed his broadcast, he let us know that there were a total of eight dead at this point, and that there were five still trapped on the upper floors.  He then added that there were ten or so witnesses sitting inside the big rescue truck, waiting to talk to us.

We never got a chance to ask him any questions, as another arriving truck called in, and Battalion Chief Angelo, continued his choreographing of the conflagration, and the efforts to bring it under control. Battalion Chief Angelo was giving each newly arriving truck their assignment over the radio, so that they knew exactly what and where to deploy. Chuck gave the Chief thumbs up and we took our leave, and headed toward the Rescue Truck to see about the witnesses. We both knew that talking to the witnesses, while the information was fresh in their minds, was paramount.  The stories that the dead could tell would not change while we talked to the living.

I was just reaching for my for the transmit button for the headset attached to my radio to bring, our boss, the Chief of Detectives up to date, when I heard the other homicide team that was on duty tonight, call me on the radio.  I directed them to make their way to the Rescue Truck to get statements from the witnesses that were waiting there.  I ended my transmission with a message for the Chief of Detectives, advising him of my directive to our support team.  I knew he had already heard my transmission to them, but I didn’t want him to feel like I was over-riding his authority.  I was the assigned lead detective for this shift, and I had just acted instinctively, based on the new information we had just received from the Battalion Chief.

I had to admit that I was very happy to hear him reply, “Good call Charlie, thank you for the update.” As soon as Chuck was sure the mic was off, he looked at me with a big smile on his face and made marks on the imaginary wall in front of us.  This was his way of telling me that I had scored points with the boss.

We continued making our way through the maze of hose and equipment, until we were finally standing in front of the building next to the scene. We were greeted with the sight of a row of bodies, arraigned so that they were protected from both falling water, and/or debris from the fire, under the facade of what had been the major movie house in the city years ago.  There were eight bodies, at present, each one lying under their own blanket or tarp.

Patrolman Dave Johnson was the only uniformed officer attending to the bodies. Battalion Chief Angelo, had already let us know that officer Johnson had volunteered to maintain a security detail with the bodies to ensure that they were not disturbed prior to the CSI Technicians  and the corner’s people arrival. 

Chuck and I both knew that this was probably not the first time that Officer Johnson had performed such duty Officer Dave Johnson was the Command Master Sergeant, and senior MP, for his reserves division, which was part of the 10^th Mountain located at Camp Drum.  I looked at Chuckie, and with a smile, not really fitting facial expression for the sight that lay before us, but ten years in homicide, tends to harden us to situations like this. So without changing my facial expression I quietly asked Chuck, “Do you want to wager that Dave is the one responsible for making sure that they were all protected from the elements and residue from the fire, and that he has already checked them out before we got there.

Officer Dave Johnson did not let us down, plus his experiences in combat where also showing when he greeted us with; “Finally a sight worth looking at, and I don’t me you Chuck.” And then he added; “They’re not a pretty sight Charlie.” 

I looked over at him, and was somewhat surprised, with his relaxed greeting, to see a look of deep concern on his face, as well as the fact that his service weapon was in his hand. ”I’ll take that as a compliment. You look worried, something that we should know about?”

Without looking back, he added, “Check out the first two on the left.  I’d be willing to bet my next paycheck that not all of their wounds are from the explosion and fire.”

I know that both Chuck’s and my alert level were quickly heightened.  We had worked cases with Officer Dave Johnson before, and knowing his military background, and the fact that he has done three tours in Afghanistan, we always took his observations seriously.

Chuck held out a group of evidence numbers and bags for me to use.  “You can do the checking and tagging Charlie, I’ll cover, and help Dave keep an eye out for any signs of a shooter.”

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Words from the Heart - Back Cover

You've seen the fantastic front cover for Words from the Heart, now here is the back cover, and a bit of a sneak peak into my thought process as I selected the works to be included in this book.

There are a total of 32 poems, and at least one section of prose for each of the four sections of the book.  And for those that actually read, and not just look at the picture, I will release the Table of Contents page tomorrow via this blog.

The book is going through the review process at CreateSpace as I write this, and will be available through Amazon, Createspace, and by web-site before the end of the month.  Watch for links in a coming blog.

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Murder in St. Luietz - Tease

Just a little tease from my new international crime novel 

"Murder in St. Luietz"

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It was easy to tell which room the body was in; you just had to follow your nose to where the stench was the strongest. The door to the bedroom was open, and even before you entered the room it was evident that whoever was lying on the bed had died a very violent death. The wall behind the bed looked more like a modern art studio than the wall of a home. Only, instead of paint, the scene before them had been created, by the high-velocity spatter of blood. The type of spatter pattern, that only comes from gunshot wounds.

The sergeant keyed the mic clipped to his collar, and requested that the coroner's office, as well as homicide and technical unit, be called. They both knew that there were only two possible reasons for the victim’s death, murder or suicide. However, that was not their call to make. After a quick search of the house, to make sure, there were no other bodies; they set about securing the scene and establishing a perimeter with crime scene tape.