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Crestfallen's Getaway [MultiFormat]
eBook by Simon Wood
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime
eBook Description: In PI Peter Crestfallen's first adventure, an accountant hires him to get him out of California before a big time San Francisco mobster realizes who's been cooking the books.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Fedora II Anthology, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [227 KB], eReader (PDB) [32 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [19 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [18 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [78 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [89 KB], hiebook (KML) [105 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [45 KB], iSilo (PDB) [15 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [20 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [47 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [29 KB]
Words: 5514
Reading time: 15-22 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
CRESTFALLEN'S GETAWAYBy Simon Wood
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Crestfallen was enjoying himself, chasing a urinal cake around the urinal with his pee, when the men's room door opened.
"I need your help," someone demanded.
Crestfallen glanced over his shoulder at the accountant type standing in the doorway. This wasn't the usual place he did business, but the detective couldn't afford to be fussy. "Come into my office."
The little guy did as he was told, letting the door swing close. "Are we alone?"
"As far as I know."
Crestfallen zipped up and made the pretense of washing his hands. Something he wouldn't normally do, but it was good business practice. No one liked to shake hands with a man who had just been holding his dick.
"I assume you know who I am?" Crestfallen kept his back to his prospective client and spoke into the mirror. The slight, bespectacled man was in no condition to take him on. He could afford to be nonchalant. He turned off the faucet.
The accountant type nodded quickly. "You're Peter Crestfallen, the private investigator."
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