Scatman Dues (Freaky Florida Mystery Adventures Book 6) by Margaret Lashley (interesting books to read .TXT) 📗
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Scatman Dues
Freaky Florida Mystery Adventure, Volume 6
Margaret Lashley
Published by Zazzy Ideas, Inc., 2021.
Copyright
Copyright 2021 Margaret Lashley
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This book is a work of fiction. While actual places throughout Florida have been used in this book, any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, the names of places have been altered.
What Readers are Saying about Freaky Florida Mystery Adventures...
“The story lines are crazy, and all you want is more!”
“Hilarious, weird and entertaining.”
“The X-Files has found its funny bone!”
“I read a lot, and Kindle suggested your book. This book is laugh out loud funny. Is everyone in Florida crazy?”
“I have read Tim Dorsey, Carl Hiaasen, and Randy Wayne White. Those writers are funny but they need to watch out for you.”
“Not too many writers can make me laugh out loud, but Margaret Lashley is now officially on my short list of favorite laugh-out-loud authors. With witty sarcasm and stupid odd characters who make it so easy, I’m an official new fan.”
"A funny cozy, science fiction, thriller, mystery all rolled into one great story!"
"I read the whole book in two days, something I’ve never done before! I just couldn’t wait to find out what was going to happen next!"
Dedication
In loving memory of Randall James Hamilton Zwinge, better known as The Amazing Randi. 1928-2020.
I hope you were wrong about life after death—and a couple of other things.
Table of Contents
Copyright
What Readers are Saying about Freaky Florida Mystery Adventures...
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Four
Chapter Sixty-Five
Chapter Sixty-Six
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Chapter Seventy
Chapter Seventy-One
More Freaky Florida Mysteries
About the Author
Prologue
I’m Bobbie Drex, and I have a confession to make.
Becoming a private investigator wasn’t exactly a profession I chose. At least, not intentionally—and certainly not while in complete control of my faculties.
If you want to know the truth, I’d been knee-deep in a vodka bottle when I’d ordered an online P.I. training course from a cheesy, late-night infomercial. I’d been even more out of my mind the next morning, when I’d sobered up and discovered the credit-card charges were non-refundable.
Fueled by frustration, stubbornness, and an inability to throw away hard-earned cash, I’d gone ahead and completed the course. I’d figured what the hell—it might’ve come in handy for my glamorous job as a part-time mall cop.
As it turned out, I never got the chance to find out.
A few days later, a ricochet bullet popped me in the forehead, putting an end to my glorious security-patrol gig. I’d returned home from the hospital with my head shaved, my health insurance cancelled, and my family’s auto repair business in the crapper.
Awesome.
The only bright spot had been finding my training course certificate in the mailbox. But after reading the fine print, that bright spot had turned as dark and unwelcome as a suspicious mole.
I’d discovered that, in and of itself, my new “Private Investigator Intern Certificate” was barely worth the paper it was printed on. In order to become a full-fledged Florida private eye, I’d also have to complete two years of on-the-job training with a licensed investigator.
(Insert expletive of your choice here.)
Anyway, I was wadding up the stupid certificate and hurling it into the bin when something even more aggravating happened.
An oddball named Nick Grayson showed up at my door.
The mysterious, green-eyed stranger sported a vintage fedora and a shiny private-eye badge—and he was on the hunt for two things.
One was repairs to his ratty old RV. The other was ... uh ... Mothman.
And he’d wanted my help with both.
At the time, I couldn’t tell if Grayson was a gift from the Universe or another sick joke at my expense. But back then, my life was so deep in the dumpster I’d decided to take him up on his offer.
I’d joined his weird crusade tracking down cryptids for cash.
As Grayson’s P.I. intern, I’ve spent the past seven months roaming the dirty backwaters of the Sunshine State in a rundown Winnebago—with a guy whose own human pedigree was as sketchy as the creatures we investigate.
If all that weren’t bad enough, we operate our research deep within the stomping grounds of Florida Man—where it’s doubly hard to tell a monster from a maniac.
Sometimes, it’s darn-near impossible.
They say hindsight is 2020. Well, let me tell you what. That infamous year’s got nothing on the unbelievable crap that’s gone down since I climbed aboard Grayson’s magical mystery motorhome.
Little did I realize, I hadn’t seen anything yet ...
Chapter One
I cracked open a sleepy eye and groaned. It was official. I was the only grown-ass woman in the entire universe who was “sleeping” with her boss—literally.
As in, “snoring-in-your-face, no-sexy-time” literally.
Worse yet, I couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Ever since my big lug of a cousin came and wrecked the sofa-bed
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