The Guys from Fargo [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Delray K. Dvoracek
eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Humor
eBook Description: Beautiful Pam Allison, also known as the Princess, is "one of the guys" who meets regularly at the Powers Hotel for morning and afternoon coffee. When it appears that someone is blackmailing her on a past event she was not proud of, the guys from Fargo take it upon themselves to root out the blackmailer and save their young damsel from scandal and the wrath of her jealous husband Advertising exec, Carrigan Mulhouse, who is especially fond of Pam, is the leader of the pack. He seeks the help of T.B. Harvey, who owns a detective agency. What Harvey knows about detective work can be placed in a thimble. T.B. enlists the help of Leroy R., a Marxist and former D-student at the college, and between these two, a whirlwind of chaos wields its way through this maze as they come up against hard case characters, including Police Officer Hardnuts Brodigan, among other unlikely(s) in an attempt to solve the identity of the blackmailer. However, to payoff the blackmail money demands, the guys from Fargo must resort to scams incorporating the three deadly sins: lying, stealing and cheating. They will do anything to save the reputation of beautiful Pam Allison.
eBook Publisher: Treble Heart Books, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2008
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Light tore across the sky again, and when he saw the white pants, he fired again. The recoil from the weapon nearly ripped the gun from his slippery hand. Instinctively, he was running again, fighting the weeds and mud. He puffed and wheezed until his lungs were about to burst. Another piercing light in the night gave him a glimpse of the man. He was tearing across a meadow, his strides outpacing T.B.'s by threefold.
Charged with adrenaline, T.B. kept up pursuit in spite of the fact that he knew the long-legged man would outdistance him. It was only a matter of time, yet he pressed on. When the man changed direction, T.B. whooped again as rain smacked him in the face, his glasses now nothing more than a dribbling haze of water. He lowered his head and charged on, his legs relentlessly untiring. He could see nothing over the lenses without his glasses and absolutely nothing through them.
He kept running and then suddenly felt himself jumping off into space. He heard himself cry out as he fell downward off of a cut bank. When his feet finally hit the ground, he rolled head over heels down a steep embankment. As he tumbled, he had no fear of hurting himself, but God forbid if the pistol loosed from his grip. He held on to the weapon doing somersault after somersault until finally he splattered against a hard surface.
In a half daze he lifted his head and stared up into the falling rain. Surprisingly, his glasses were still in place. He was lying on a hard gravel surface now, and as he stirred feeling every bone in his body out of whack, he heard a faint rumbling noise. At first he thought it was thunder, but then a set of headlights were coming at him at a rapid pace, and it was all he could do to muster enough strength to roll himself to the side as the car sped by. Instinct brought him to a sitting position. He aimed the magnum at the taillights of the car and squeezed off the last shot. The sound practically deafened him, but the car kept going.
He watched through his rain-drenched glasses, everything fuzzy now, the taillights of the fleeing vehicle nothing more than a red blur as they slowly faded into the night.