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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: Tom Bateman, a paraplegic PI, and his green-haired, pierced and tattooed sidekick Henrietta try to find a missing friend, David Bernstein. He has been kidnapped by a radical party. The two discover that David is to speak at a public meeting. The party controls David by threatening his former lover, Ann. Crip and Henrietta must find a way to protect Ann so they can liberate David.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Plots With Guns, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005

This eBook is part of the following series:

• Tim Wohlforth's Astounding Adventure of Crip and Henrietta Series

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Words: 8307
Reading time: 23-33 min.
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"Crip and Henrietta is a fine story by Tim Wohlforth."--Graham Powell, The Bleeker Street Irregular

"I thought I'd fired you," I said as I looked up into Henrietta's green eyes. She hovered over my table in the back patio behind Raleigh's Ale House on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley, California. I must say she looked worse than the last time I saw her. Spiked green hair. An emaciated pale face suggested she had spent years in a Bosnian concentration camp. Enough damned metal piercing her nose, eyelids, lips, ears and tongue that I was afraid she'd clink if she smiled. No problem because Henrietta never smiled.

"You're not getting rid of me that easy, Crip," she said, sneering at me.

"Come to poke a stick into the spokes of the wheels of my chair?" I asked.

Henrietta was about as politically correct as Rush Limbaugh. Seemed to delight in pressing my buttons. Thought the whole idea of a paraplegic private eye was a contradiction in terms. Sometimes I thought she had a point. That's why I made the mistake of hiring her as my legs. But most of the time I'm more than happy to hide my wheelchair behind a web site, called "Tom Bateman, Investigations," and make a meager living doing skip traces and selling supposedly confidential information.

"I came to hire you."

"You've got to be kidding," I said. "You kept telling me I'm some no account freak."

"Well, you are. Without me around you're useless."

"So why do you want to hire me?"

"Okay, I admit it. I need you."