Fort Worth private investigator Clyde Klick doesn't have time to wait around for rich clients to fall into his lap. He's got bills to pay, and like any self-respecting blue-collar worker he takes what work he can get. A PI's job runs the gamut to serving papers, gathering adulterous evidence for divorces, and investigations for which clients don't want the police involved. And then sometimes, it's hard work just to stay alive.... Features two bonus short crime stories with Klick nowhere in sight.
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Milam Smith. Klick's Shorts
Klick’s Shorts (and other acts of crime) Keith Smith
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Klick’s Dog Day
Klick’s Books
YOU ARE WHAT YOU READ
COUPLES
THE MANAGER
MY TYPE OF GAL
SPANK ME
WOULDN’T YOU KNOW IT
EPILOGUE
Klick and the Black Bitch Part One
THE CLIENT
REVENGE
THE COURTHOUSE
THE STATION
FRANKIE
IDLE TIME
A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY…
Klick and the Black Bitch Part Two
STRESS RELIEF
CHA YU
THE TRICK
THESE LYING EYES
DAY ONE
DAY TWO
DAY THREE
Klick and the Black Bitch Part Three
A CHANGE OF WEATHER
PLAYING GAMES
LET’S DANCE
LUNCH BREAK
TACTICS
WHAT PRICE JUSTICE?
WHAT GOES AROUND
Klick and the Wicked World Wide Web. THE LAWYER
SPIKE
THE SECRETARY
THE JOYRIDE
THE TRAIL
THE TUSSLE
THE JUDGE
THE WICKED WEB
THE HEARING
THE BEGINNING
THE TESTIMONY
THE SAPP
THE CANUCK
THE WIFE
THE PUB
THE FIGHT
THE BIG FIGHT
THE KIDS
A GOOD READ
Klick the Duck Part One. 1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
Klick the Duck Part Two. 15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
EPILOGUE
And Other Acts of Crime
Three Is Not A Lucky Number
1
2
3
4
5
Deb’s Diamond
Also Available
Coming 2013
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These are like my kids - all over the place!
The backyard was unfenced and exposed to the scraggly cottonwood trees between it and the lake beyond. Benbrook Lake was a Corps of Engineer’s Lake carved around the Trinity River, that snaked further up into Fort Worth about ten, fifteen miles downstream.
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They stood and talked, then looked over at me. I smiled and waved, then awoke the 426 Hemi under my Charger’s hood. Its meaty rumble disturbed the morning calm even further.
The lady came stomping across the yard, spouting words at me that would make one of my old Drill Sergeants take notes. Her lips were tight, and a slight bit of foam was spraying as she yelled.
