Ray Tate and Djuna Brown Mysteries 3-Book Bundle
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Lee Lamothe. Ray Tate and Djuna Brown Mysteries 3-Book Bundle
Prelude
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
Epilogue
Picasso Blues
Prelude
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
Epilogue
Prelude
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
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
Copyright
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The day Pious Man Chan was anointed police chief he looked for a grave for Ray Tate.
When the fat doughboy mayor was elected for a second term, the powerful Chinese Menu, who delivered up Chinatown votes like dim sum specials, urged him to look around for one of their puppets to shove his hand up into. He found Pious Chan toiling in obscurity far down in the ranks. Chan was the kind of cop the mayor liked: he carried his gun locked in his briefcase and left the briefcase locked in the trunk of his car. His bullets were rusted but his pencil was sharp. The doughboy pulled Chan up by his figurative pigtail, skipping several ranks, slapped a handful of fruit salad onto his shoulders, and arranged him behind the burled walnut desk.
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“Perfect. You, ah, seeing anybody? We’re having a meeting tomorrow night, why don’t we have dinner first? Go out after, have a drink. Strategize. Girl talk.”
“Let me see how tomorrow goes, Haze. I might just take you up on it.” Djuna Brown hung up and shuddered. Before she could take her hand off the receiver the phone rang.
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