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Godsend 1: A Necessary Evil
Godsend 1: A Necessary Evil
Godsend 1: A Necessary Evil
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Godsend 1: A Necessary Evil

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Rian Cathcart, a 27-year-old black man, is a private investigator of a different sort. He only takes serious cases that the police have abandoned. When asked what kind of laws he might break, Brian counted on his fingers while saying, "Illegal phone taps, bribery, extortion, assault, blackmail, threats--"

After solving a missing persons case, which turned out to be a 12-year-old homicide, Brian hardly has time to celebrate. His girlfriend is killed and his assistant is shot in the chest, so he wants to close Godsend Private Investigations before the agency can even get started good. But then something changes his mind: A wealthy couple offers him $600,000 for the return of a kidnapped child. And since Brian himself is the father of an adorable little girl, he decides that his agency shoud exist as a necessary evil. This time he may break a law called homicide.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherK Elliott
Release dateJul 7, 2011
ISBN9781476119441
Godsend 1: A Necessary Evil
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K Elliott

K. Elliott, aka The Well Fed Black Writer, penned his first novel, Entangled, in 2003. Although he was offered multiple signing deals, Elliott decided to found his own publishing company, Urban Lifestyle Press.Bookstore by bookstore, street vendor by street vendor, Elliott took to the road selling his story. He did not go unnoticed, selling 50,000 units in his first year and earning a spot on the Essence Magazine Bestsellers list.Since Entangled, Elliott has published five titles of his own and two more on behalf of authors signed to Urban Lifestyle Press. For one book, The Ski Mask Way, Elliott was selected to co-author with hip-hop superstar 50 Cent. Along the way, he has continued to look for innovative ways to push his books to his fans while keeping down his overhead. Not wanting to keep such valuable experience to himself, Elliott did two things.First, in 2010 he forged his vision of low-cost publishing by in 21 Black Street, an eBookstore to mirror a traditional African-American themed bookstore - except it could totally cuts out a publisher's printing costs.Second, Elliott created the Well-Fed Black Writer, a blog for authors to find life-hacking tips for more efficient, effective self-publishing. The Well-Fed Black Writer includes podcasts, video and blog posts, all to help aspiring authors turn their manuscripts into publishing success stories.

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    Godsend 1 - K Elliott

    ~~~~~ Chapter 1~~~~~

    Dorothy Perkins waited in the women’s restroom of Act Sean’s Pizza, somewhat nervous but mostly eager. This was no hangout spot for a sixty-eight year old white lady, so she pretended to be washing her hands when the young woman entered.

    Marissa Dawson, twenty-six, walked up to the sink and said, Mrs. Peekings?

    Yes, you must be Marissa. The old lady stepped away from the sink and reached for the paper towels.

    Marissa said, Follow me.

    Outside, behind the restaurant, Marissa thoroughly pat-searched Dorothy near a large green dumpster. She used a small wand to sweep the old lady for bugs or other electronics but discovered nothing. A meticulous examination of the contents of Dorothy’s purse revealed two stacks of hundred-dollar bills and some other irrelevant objects.

    Marissa returned the property to Dorothy and said, Let’s go. A senior citizen and a beautiful young white woman walking together looked nothing like a conspiracy to anyone in Fort Mill, South Carolina.

    They sat inside Marissa’s Lincoln Navigator, windows up, AC slightly blowing, parked in front of the restaurant. Dorothy said, My daughter’s name was Rachael Peekings, and she was only twenty-four when she went missing.

    Marissa said, And this was twelve years ago.

    Yes. The police worked hard on the case for a little more than two years but they gave up. One of them, a young detective named Terrance Wilkes, was real nice and did all he could.

    You believe she’s still alive, your daughter?

    No. That’s my hope but not my belief. I believe Rachael is dead but I want to know where her body is and I want the person that killed her brought to justice.

    Well, Mrs. Peekings, my source is not a licensed PI, does not work with the police, and is not concerned with legal justice.

    I was told that he solved two cold cases last year, and one of the cases…there was a guilty plea and conviction.

    Marissa checked her rearview and side mirrors then said, My source will be working with the case file that you provide. There’s a seventy percent chance that the perpetrator was questioned, interrogated, or flat-out targeted. If the police were ever onto the right person, but couldn’t prove a case against him or her, my source will produce a different result. Sometimes there will be evidence that the police can use, and sometimes another crime or two will occur.

    Oh my, Dorothy said.

    Seventy-five grand is a lot of money. You might want to know what you’re spending it on.

    Dorothy thought about it for a moment then dug inside her purse for two stacks of bills. His name is Joey Paulson.

    Marissa said, And who is he?

    He was the main suspect. The police knew he was responsible for my daughter’s disappearance, but there was nothing they could do or prove even after catching him in several lies. Dorothy placed the banded money on top of the console. This is twenty-eight thousand. I’m told that I need forty percent at initial contact.

    Marissa began tucking the money under the driver’s seat. You’ll need the total balance before we provide you with the evidence you’re expecting. When can you get the complete case files to me?

    They’re over there in the backseat of my car.

    Marissa looked out the window. It was shortly after noon and a beautiful Sunday. She imagined that her newest client must have skipped church for this meeting.

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    ~~~~~ Chapter 2 ~~~~~

    Brian Cathcart was in inch away from six feet tall but was clearly compensated in the handsome department. He parked

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