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    A Ghost is Born
    A Ghost is Born
    A Ghost is Born
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    A Ghost is Born

    By Paul Garvey

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    It's early 1980's in blue-collar Boston. Billy Carson held his brother in his arms and watched him take his last breath. The cops and everyone else see it as a clear case, young guy, partying too hard, took to much and his body reacted, shut down. Billy knows there's more, but to dig deeper means crossing some dangerous paths and putting himself and his family at risk. If the choice is his, he'd walk away for his family's sake. He soon finds out, some choices get made for you.

    The first entrant in the series of crime fiction dramas (The Carson Series) set to a background of Boston's gritty neighborhood streets, A Ghost is Born is a prequel to the novel Tomorrow's Sun (Feb 2013). It sets the scene for this and the follow on novels where all roads lead back to its protagonist, Billy Carson, a man destined for the shadows, the periphery . . . a ghost.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPaul Garvey
    Release dateDec 2, 2014
    ISBN9781310279409
    A Ghost is Born
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    Paul Garvey

    Paul Garvey taught for 22 years and is a former lead inspector for Ofsted. He has also supported many schools in preparing for inspection. Paul is a member of both Barnsole Academy Trust and PEAK Multi Academy Trust, and is the author of Taking Control and Talk for Teaching.?

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      A Ghost is Born - Paul Garvey

      Billy Carson

      Billy Carson slouched on the steps of Saint Gregory’s church with a switchblade in his pocket and an empty flask at his feet. Sweat stains rimmed the outside of his black suit and his face was sharp with stubble. He buried his brother John less than forty-eight hours before, watched the casket get lowered into the hole and stayed there watching until fresh loam covered the stained pine. His eyes found the flask next to his scuffed Bostonians and remained there fixed until a pair of long legs in dark tights walked by and cast a shadow over the hollow tin.

      ‘Excuse me, miss.’ He said and watched the pair of legs slow to a stop a safe distance away from him. Billy shielded his eyes from the sun and raised his head. She stopped and was looking at him, but her body language said hurry up.

      ‘You have the time?’ he asked.

      ‘You need a doctor or something?’ she asked back.

      ‘Doctor? No, the time, that’s what I asked.’

      ‘Yeah I know, but you look in rough shape. Carney hospital’s down the street. I could get someone to come over for you.’

      ‘You work there?’

      She paused. ‘None of your business. You want a doc or what?’

      ‘Listen I just want the fucking time.’ He said.

      She rolled her eyes before looking at her watch. ‘It’s ten o’clock.’ She said then walked away. Billy heard her mutter ‘asshole’ under her breath, but not that far under.

      ‘Wait’ he called ‘ten o’clock . . . what day?’ He watched her turn briefly. She didn’t answer, just turned again and kept walking.

      ‘It’s Monday you fucking degenerate.’ Billy heard a familiar voice say from behind him. He shifted on the steps and turned towards the door of the church. His head grew light when he moved and he could taste bile or whiskey, or both, rising from his stomach to his throat. He took a moment and swallowed it back down. ‘You talk like that inside the church too?’ he asked.

      ‘Only in the confessional, I just tack the swearing on at the end of the session, gets me a discount on penance prayers.’

      ‘You’re a peach.’

      ‘Yeah and you’re a fucking drunk. Look at you Billy.’ The man said.

      The man was Billy Carson’s best friend and current employer, Nick McNulty. A lifelong friend that swore too much and was built like a rhinoceros if a rhino could stand tall on its hind legs. Billy pushed off his elbows and sat up slowly when McNulty approached. ‘How’d you find me?’

      ‘You’re drinking whiskey on the fucking church steps at ten in the morning . . . on a fucking Monday. You ain’t exactly hiding.’

      ‘It’s twelve o’clock somewhere.’

      ‘Yeah and it’s fucking bed time in Australia, but you don’t see me in my pj's like I’m about to hit the sack.’

      ‘They sell ‘em that big?’

      ‘Doubt it.’ McNulty said and took a seat on the step above Billy.

      ‘Who called? Kathleen?’

      ‘Yeah, your wife called my wife after the Pastor called her.’

      ‘And now here you are.’

      ‘Yeah, here I am. I got chewed out of it just for knowing you. Plus I’m losing fucking customers by the second with that degenerate Blubsy running the shop.’

      ‘Degenerate, you just learn that word or something.’

      ‘No I hear it a lot, especially when your name comes up in conversation.’

      ‘Do yourself a favor and get a thesaurus.’

      ‘What the fuck do I want with a dinosaur?’

      ‘You’re fucking with me right?’

      McNulty smiled and stood up. ‘Come on Billy. You’re late for work.’

      ‘You drop me home?’

      ‘I’m not shitting you, you’re coming to work. I need you in the warehouse. I got trucks waiting to be loaded. Half the building sites in Boston are probably on extended coffee cause you’re standing in the way of some electrician and his co-ax.’

      ‘Kathleen told you not to bring me home huh?’

      McNulty nodded. ‘You’ll get cleaned up at work and head home tonight. Your boys don’t need to see you looking like a shitfaced lounge singer.’

      Billy nodded. He stood up and made an attempt

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