A Hank Faro Mystery
Reno in 1949 was a hot town, legal gambling, quickie divorces, and legal prostitution just up the road. Gangsters there were, but keeping a low profile, until, from the past, from Detroit, come some guys to stir up the pot. It takes all Hank Faro’s resources as a small town P.I. to unravel the unholy mess created as the pot boils over in murder.
An excerpt from Chapter One:
“If some fortuneteller had told me my life would end in a hail of bullets on the streets of Reno, not far from the railroad tracks, I would have laughed at her and asked for my money back. I knew my P.I. job was chancy, but Reno is a small burg and the violent deaths only number one or two a year. Besides, I only did divorce cases and missing persons. What was the danger in that? After all, this was 1949, not the gangster-ridden Twenties or Thirties.
“They say, when you are dying, your life flashes before your eyes like a film, but my movie started at the point when the guy who called himself Jake came into my office a couple of months ago.”
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