Those hot-shot book executives are trying to turn my life into some sort of Hollywood fodder. Check out this demo they make about my Christmas job, "The Case of the MIssing Claus," or whatever they're calling it. This guy don't sound nothing like me. Although he kinda reminds me of me...
Well, this is news; the story of one of my cases is being given away! I don't know how they'll make any money doing that! But on Nov. 23 & 24, "Nick Flebber Saves Christmas," er, I mean "Lost Claus" is available for free download over at that Amazon.com internet book store. You need to check it out!
Not all my cases come to a neat and tidy conclusion. Take the Rebecca case. Sure, they tried to blame that fiasco on me. But, hey, all I was paid to do was to tail that guy who stole the stocks and bonds. Once he sank into that tar pit it was outta my hands. Besides, I showed them were he went under.
I was hired to rescue the Barlow's son from some cult he fell in with. Worshipped
Jimmy Dean. Not the fifties actor. The singer who made the pork sausages. Anyways, I got the kid out, no problem. Made our way to a secluded motel near the airport. We started the de-programming session with the parents. To make a long story short, the Barlows wind up joining the cult with the kid. Makes you wonder. They tried to pay my fee in breakfast links. I'm trying to decide to how to categorize the book about my case...should I call it Noel Noir or a Christmas-tery?
Thought my enemies had broken into my office and stole all my computer files. Turns out I had re-formatted my hard drive by mistake. Hey, what do you want, I'm a PI not a PC.
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