By J. Alexander Greenwood
Copyright © 2011 by J. Alexander Greenwood/Caroline Street Press.
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The mystery of what John has gotten himself into is what kept me reading. The danger, drama, and weird situations that John gets into are of no shortage. I would recommend this book to anyone looking to read a mystery - and with 206 pages - it was a pretty quick read. --Sweep Tight dot com
Life's A Beach for John Pilate. On the mend from a near-death experience in the snowy Midwest, John Pilate is taking it easy on the sun-soaked beaches of Key West. Umbrella drink in hand, Pilate is writing a book and getting some much-needed therapy to deal with his imaginary friend Simon. He's also pondering the future with his new love, Kate. Life is looking up for John PilateÉuntil he is drawn into a world of murder, pirates, conch fritters and smart aleck remarks from invisible men. He has blood on his hands, a mysterious poker chip in his pocket, shadows over his shoulder and a sexy cop in his bed. John Pilate is in trouble again--and the only way out is to find the key...Pilate's Key.
*** This is Book Two in the acclaimed John Pilate series. Book One: Pilate's Cross is available now on Amazon in ebook and paperback.
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Cover illustration by David A. Terrill www.davidterrill.com
Dedicated to my longstanding (and long-suffering!) friends: Brian Hutton, Mike Hulsey, Jeff Hamilton and Scott Bartley.
A lifeless eyeball stared at Juan from the deck of the sloop. Juan looked away from the dead man's face and focused on securing three diving belts to Yves Marchand's nude body. Juan's back ached, and he thought perhaps he had pulled a muscle tussling below decks with the Frenchman. Rising to his feet, he groaned. The sloop deck pitched lightly in the calm waters off Duggan's Key, but he still felt sick. Juan vomited, covering the mutely outraged body of Marchand with his partially digested lunch.
"Sorry, jefe," Juan said. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and positioned himself between the cabin wall and Marchand. He dug his right heel into Marchan''s stiff right side and pushed. The body rocked up on its side until the pitching of the deck forced it to fall back. I'll have to use my hands. He crouched and put one hand on Marchand's hip and another on his shoulder. He again felt the urge to retch when he glanced at the vacuous eye. The left eye was completely red; the socket was crushed by the blows from the ridiculous Trafalgar Victory Mallet that Juan had removed from the captain's cabin wall just before Marchand came aboard.