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    612-822-4611

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Crime Time

Crime Time

Sweet, Dell

Paperback

Series: Crime Time, Book 1

Mystery & Thriller

ISBN10: 1546644393
ISBN13: 9781546644392
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: May 11 2017
Pages: 474
Weight: 1.25
Height: 1.18 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Crime Time is a collection of nine crime stories from author Dell Sweet. From short stories to near novel length... ... When a man tells you he has the moral flexibility to include murder in his life if he deems it necessary this is probably not a man you should be hanging out with. Jeff Johnson had reminded himself of this fact about Robert Biel more than once, yet every day he found himself hanging around, giving him lifts to do job searches, parole, where ever he needed to go: Even hanging around with him at night...Nine stories that are hard edged, entertaining and good, fast rides into the darkness that is the criminal's world...... In the last few days she had decided a few things. First: Dello was a killer. She knew that. It was how he made a living. It wouldn't be hard to kill her, she supposed. She knew that sounded unreasonable, probably was wildly unreasonable, but she couldn't get it out of her head. What if they were over and suppose he needed her gone because she knew too much. Way too much. What would he do, tell her it's over and show her the door? She didn't believe it. What she did believe, what had gotten into her head, was that he would take her somewhere and kill her...Unforgettable characters and places. A gritty world from Sweet's mind where anything can and usually does happen... ... Too late, I thought as I realized I had left the machine pistol lying on the front seat instead of keeping it in my right hand where it should have been. I could hear the sound of a machine pistol behind me as the Mexican opened up. I did what I could. I aimed the truck at the two men; levered the door-handle and prepared to jump just as the windshield hit by several of the rounds fired by the two men was blown inward: My world faded to black...

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