“Goldie” – From the Case Files of Harryhausen, Private Eye (Part 3)

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From the Case Files of Harryhausen: Private Eye

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I made a few stops on the way back to the nice side of Beverly Boulevard. Schwab’s Pharmacy. Photo processing place. I was cramming down a light dinner of hot dogs and onions with a Bromo chaser from Tail O’ the Pup when the phone on my car rang.

“What’ll they think of next?” I asked to the giant hot dog-shaped novelty restaurant as I answered the phone. “Harryhausen,” I said warily.

“Mister Harryhausen,” said Papa Bear, “They have my son.” I was worried about that. Seems I’d been followed. Whether they tailed me to the King Eddy or picked up Baby Bear off a tip off from Glenallen wasn’t important. “They’ve left a ransom note.” The mob wanted their dough and had their hooks in the Bear family.

“Mister Bear, I’m going to get your son back, safe and sound. I have a cunning plan that will fully justify the recommendation given to you by not one, not two but three little pigs. First, I need a couple of things…” Continue reading

“Goldie” – From the Case Files of Harryhausen, Private Eye (Part 2)

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From the Case Files of Harryhausen: Private Eye

PART 2  |  Part 1

I splashed through gritty puddles that littered the alleyways even though it hadn’t rained in weeks. Baby Bear wasn’t hard to shadow. Knocked over trashcans, broken glass and other detritus made a descriptive trail. I followed him a couple blocks east and found myself in the middle of a shantytown.

Sid Row. Last refuge of the desperate. The décor was early American rat’s nest. It smelled of vomit and barbecued shoe leather. Times were tough. The residents weren’t just junkies and boozehounds. They were honest folk on the nut, and these makeshift tents and corrugated metal huts stretched out for blocks. If I didn’t find Baby soon, I’d lose him.

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“Goldie” – From the Case Files of Harryhausen, Private Eye (Part 1)

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From the Case Files of Harryhausen: Private Eye

Once upon a time I was sitting in my office on Fairfax reading a racing form.
My name’s Harryhausen and I’m a dick. A detective, that is. I’m also a
cyclops. Six-foot two, eye of blue, that’s me.

Business was slow, so I’d given my girl the day off. That’s was two years
ago. I was thinking about closing up shop for the day and saying hello to the
bottle of bourbon I keep in the bottom drawer of my desk when my phone
rang. I’d forgotten I had a phone. I found it under a pile of newspapers and
answered on the fifth ring.

It was a job. Continue reading

Hey! We’re the Indie Book of the Day!

Indie Book of the Day

Indie Book of the Day

I’m pleased to announce that The Other Side of the Fence is the Indie Book of the Day! 

I contacted them a few months ago to inquire about being featured on their site and heard back from them today!

This is our first award and I couldn’t be happier about being recognized by this great site.

Our new book “The Other Side of the Fence” is now available!

The Other Side of the Fence by Zack Morrissette & Stephen Nixon

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Our new book is available at Amazon.com!

Jack was a slacker. He never amounted to much or was good at anything. Life was passing him by.

Then the dead rose and the world ended. Jack found himself cursed with the distinction of being a survivor. He was alone, starving and running for his life. Nothing could be worse than this.

Then he met Richie.

Suddenly his only confidant, perhaps the only other living human being on the planet not trying to eat him is the single biggest jerk he had ever known. On top of everything else he was perpetually annoyed.

Richie made the zombie apocalypse worse. Now, Jack’s only desire is to be  alone. After all, the grass is always greener…