Private Investigations: John Rourke Detective Stories Investigations 3

Name: Private Investigations: John Rourke Detective Stories Investigations 3
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Bol John Rourke is a private detective with contacts and a license to practice from New York to Arizona. He has the resources he needs across the country to find the information he needs to crack the toughest cases. Ex-cops, ex-Cons, snitches, stoolies, drug addicts, criminals, drug dealers and any kind of scum of the earth you can imagine or care to name. He knows the seedy side of life and to some people that makes him indispensable...Book threeThe silence was broken by the distant screech of a hawk, its cry sharp and piercing against the vast silence of the desert. It was a lonely sound, a perfect metaphor for the state of my own soul. I was tired, bone-deep tired. Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford, nightmares a constant companion. The faces of the victims, the ones I'd found along Rieser's trail, haunted my dreams. Each one a testament to the brutal efficiency of a man who knew how to erase his tracks.

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John Rourke is a private detective with contacts and a license to practice from New York to Arizona. He has the resources he needs across the country to find the information he needs to crack the toughest cases. Ex-cops, ex-Cons, snitches, stoolies, drug addicts, criminals, drug dealers and any kind of scum of the earth you can imagine or care to name. He knows the seedy side of life and to some people that makes him indispensable...Book threeThe silence was broken by the distant screech of a hawk, its cry sharp and piercing against the vast silence of the desert. It was a lonely sound, a perfect metaphor for the state of my own soul. I was tired, bone-deep tired. Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford, nightmares a constant companion. The faces of the victims, the ones I'd found along Rieser's trail, haunted my dreams. Each one a testament to the brutal efficiency of a man who knew how to erase his tracks.

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