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    Deadly Sins III: A Dezeray Jackson Short Read, #3
    Deadly Sins III: A Dezeray Jackson Short Read, #3
    Deadly Sins III: A Dezeray Jackson Short Read, #3
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    Deadly Sins III: A Dezeray Jackson Short Read, #3

    By Kori D. Miller

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    For hire: Smart, sassy PI with a penchant for weapons

     

    Dez goes where the leads take her. This time she's on the trail of a young, former drug dealer she wants to protect, a college kid with strange habits, and a thief who could cost her the one job she's always wanted. It's just another day in the life of a PI from the heart of the Midwest.

     

    The Deadly Sins series is a non-stop reading ride. You will want to know more about this pull-no-punches PI who has a bit too much fun taking people down.

     

    Read these great short stories during your commute! Your anthology includes:

     

    The Burning

    Possession

    Job Security

     

    Debut mystery author and native Nebraskan, Kori D. Miller, has created a character some women can relate to, and other women want to be. If you love swift, smart, well-crafted plots with a bada$$ female PI, then you'll love Kori's short reads. Get your copy, today!

     

    Be sure to read HUSH, Kori's first novel featuring Dez. It received a 5-star rating from Readers' Favorite, March 2016. 

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBack Porch Writer Press
    Release dateMar 4, 2016
    ISBN9781393266037
    Deadly Sins III: A Dezeray Jackson Short Read, #3
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    Kori D. Miller

    Kori D. Miller writes the Sinfully Scandalous Mysteries and the Deadly Sins series at a tiny, narrow desk in her living room. Inspired by a small, but mighty collection of Funko Pops, Kori creates masterfully twisted plots for your entertainment. A Nebraska native and entrepreneur, Kori loves figuring out what makes people tick. Her travels have taken her coast-to-coast and across the pond. Each time returning with more insights into human behavior. When she's not writing — never mind, she's always writing something.  You can become part of the action by joining Sinfully Scandalous readers everywhere. 

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      Deadly Sins III - Kori D. Miller

      THE BURNING

      There are days I truly hate being my own boss. This was one of them. Every other month since relocating to Omaha, NE, I've had a standing appointment with my accountant. She invites me into her office to explain for the umpteenth time how important it is that I enter my receipts and information into QuickBooks regularly, showing me screen shots of exactly how to do each step. It's mind-numbingly boring, but I promised myself that this was the year for me to learn this crap. Honestly, I'm probably going to end up hiring one of their people to do it for me, but I like to know what's going on with my money. So, I suffer through the meetings.

      Stephanie was just about to explain the joys of entering invoices when my phone vibrated. I'd set it on the edge of her desk. It bounced several times, getting dangerously close to falling onto the floor. I snatched it up.

      Do you need to get that? Stephanie asked.

      I checked the number, but didn't recognize it. Yeah, just give me a sec. I stepped from her office into a long, deserted hallway and answered.

      Ms. D?

      Only a few people call me that.

      Ms. D?

      Clive? What's up? You sound winded. That's what smokin' like a chimney gets you.

      Can you meet me at my brother's place?

      What's going on?

      Not the one way north. The one on Locust Street.

      Why?

      I need. The line disconnected.

      Normally, I wouldn't get too worked up about some ex-drug dealer-turned-art-exchange artist hanging up on me, but this was Clive. I'd known him since before I left Omaha. He was always hanging around my parents' gym watching his brother train, but he never joined in. When his brother got caught up in dealing, my parents booted him from the gym, and I didn't see much of either of them after that. Then, I happened to run into him after I returned from New York City. He'd helped me out during a few cases.

      I returned to Stephanie's office.

      I'm going to have to get going. Sorry.

      Should we reschedule?

      Um, no. I think I've got the invoicing down. Thanks! I grabbed my leather satchel from the chair I'd tossed it onto when I'd entered her office and left. Sixteenth and Locust was at least twenty-five minutes across town from where I was. I checked the time on the dashboard clock in my Jeep. If I was lucky, I'd miss the school-bus traffic. As I drove north, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I'd skipped lunch. Hitting a drive-thru along the way wouldn't take too much time. One thing about Clive that I knew for sure was his flair for drama. He was probably fine. I made my way to Runza near 72nd and Pacific. By the time I reached 16th and Locust Streets, my stomach was satisfied. I parked across from the old brick building, got out of my Jeep, and waited for a few cars to pass by before crossing the street. I scanned the sidewalk and surrounding area as I approached the door. It was ajar. I pulled it open just enough so that I could step inside. The building was basically abandoned. Clive's brother, Detrick, won it, or took it; I wasn't really clear about that. It was a great warehouse and if it was a little closer to downtown it'd be worth a lot of money. Clive used it as his office.

      I waited a few beats and listened. Then I removed my gun from my back holster, just in case. The lack of overhead lighting made it difficult to see, so I grabbed my small, tactical flashlight, turned it on, scanned, and then turned it back off before moving further into the building. I walked down a short narrow hallway that led to a large industrial-looking room. Light filtered in from windows along the perimeter of the ceiling. At the far end, I saw Clive's desk, a few chairs, a large plant, and a couch. Apparently, he'd done a little decorating since my last visit. I clipped my flashlight to my belt and walked to the desk. A few papers were strewn across it.

      I heard a strange banging coming from somewhere near the back of the building. Following another hallway off of the main room, I walked toward the source of the sound, but then it stopped. Gun drawn, I waited. The banging started, again. Then I heard voices, muffled at first, but they became clearer the closer I got. I didn't recognize Clive's voice, but there were at least three guys in the room. I stopped just outside the entrance to eavesdrop.

      Nah, man. It'd be awright. We just got to get this shit to the drop before you know,

      Yeah, I know. But what about Clive? asked a second man with a southern twang.

      Shit, ain't no matter what he do, the first man answered.

      You sure this is the shit? asked a third man.

      Yeah, man. This is it. We outa here, the first man said.

      Hold up, did you hear somethin'? asked the guy with the southern twang.

      They all got real quiet. I moved a little further away and practiced my statue skills.

      Prob'ly a rat or some shit, the first man said.

      What about MD? asked the

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