Here I am at the edge

The Cleaner. Bill Chart is his name, we know who he is and what he did, but we could never nail him for a crime.  Good as he was at his job, he cleaned up other people's mistakes (usually with a gun), Bill had one concern that made him watch his back, the better BIll got, the more he knew about his clients, and they were people who needed to stay in the shadows. Oh, he had his dark side, he was once a cop but something went wrong on a raid, and Bill took the fall for it, to this day only he and one other person know the truth of that raid, and neither is saying a word; the people involved could make you disappear, and nobody would ask questions. The problem with Bill Chart is he is a thinker, not a player, and he had one question too many to ask, that was who cleans up when the Cleaner needs to be taken out? The raid wasn't the only reason Bill got kicked off of the force, he was old-school, and not worried about using his fists to get the truth from a "pe...

A 5 book series in one book Yesterday, I made a gaffe of sorts, I decided to re-write my original e-book The Dockland Murders , then I realized I had combined all the Pat Canella e-books into one file on my laptop. Instead of re-writing a 30-page story, I am now writing/editing a 140-page series, hence the  $5 price tag. 

The word on the street is Pat Canella is set to return to the beat. I stood there, the gun still warm in my hand, barrel smoking from the gun battle. “Why did he do that, Sarge?  I tried my best to talk him out of it.” “Living with the guilt finally got to him, Patti.” “Couldn’t he have talked it over?” “No, the only thing worse than being a dirty cop is being the son of a loose cannon, and none came looser than Bill Chart, Patti.” I looked around.  There lay the body of Bill's son, my ex-partner, Adrian Chart. “I had no choice; he pulled first, Sarge," I said through my tears. “I know, Patti, we all saw it.  Nobody blames you.  It was his way out.” The last thing I remember was the Sarge saying in a soft tone, "Take a week off Patti, something like this will haunt you. I know. I have been there myself.”  Dazed, I stood there, trying to remember how it had all started . . . * * * I'd wanted an office and had pestered the sergeant for m...