The French Quarter

The French Quarter
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One night a murder takes place in New Orleans at a French Quarter jazz club. During the investigation, private investigator Luke Jacobs, a former Assistant District Attorney, recognizes that something is not right at the crime scene, which leads to an unusual weapon. Even the 'victim' is a mystery until a credit card receipt, rare coin and wine bottle make way into the story.

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Ken J.D. Mask. The French Quarter

Contents

Back Story

Preface

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Acknowledgments

A Word From The Author

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It was early or late, depending on your perspective. The sun would crest the horizon in thirty minutes. The French Quarter was shadowy dawn-dark and quiet while moist mid- summer heat brought the stench of revelry garbage to your nostrils with mixtures of discarded food, urine and vomit.

I parked across from the Louis Armstrong Park on Rampart in front of Mamma Rosa’s, and walked alone for a minute before a hairy right forearm grabbed my neck from behind in a choke hold, the left hand held a knife point in my lower rib cage.

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Within seconds I heard heavy footsteps as he returned to where I was stretched out on the seashell-graveled shoulder. I held my breath, it felt like five minutes.

I felt a sharp kick in my side, and let out a groan, not a grunt, more of a holler. The white police officer’s thick hairy, rough fingers grabbed me, turning me over.

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