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Red Planet Noir D.B. Grady

Red Planet Noir

D.B. Grady

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Michael Sheppard was the best private eye in New Orleans, and then his wife left him. He finds solace in the bottle and his career in the toilet. Nights at the casino pay the bills, until they dont, and leg breakers start knocking at the door, andMoreMichael Sheppard was the best private eye in New Orleans, and then his wife left him. He finds solace in the bottle and his career in the toilet. Nights at the casino pay the bills, until they dont, and leg breakers start knocking at the door, and knocking out his teeth. When hes hired by a bombshell heiress to check out a murder on Mars, its a chance for a new start. But as the case unfolds, he makes enemies of cops and gangsters alike in an investigation racing from stately mansions to smoke-filled speakeasies, from deserted ice colonies to mining towns on the asteroid belt. All he wanted was a paycheck to clear some gambling debt. Now Michael is the key figure in a murder conspiracy thats left a vacuum in the halls of power, with the labor union, mob and military vying for control of Mars. RED PLANET NOIR is for science fiction and hardboiled mystery fans alike. Living on Mars can be murder. ---------- FROM THE BACK COVER When the phone rang, I was half-drunk, half-dressed, half-asleep, and half expecting it to be the phone company reminding me that the bill was past due. I didnt have any money because I didnt have any clients, and I wouldnt have any clients if they cut my line, which I had told them only last month and the month before that. They were becoming a nuisance. So I pulled on a shirt that wasnt very dirty, but smelled of Scotch and strippers, my signature cologne, and pressed the Answer button. A figure flickered on the telephone screen. The phone company only hired brunettes, because thats what the owner liked to fool around with, and only hired men, for the same reason. She was neither, and carried her curves as if to prove the point. Mike speaking, I said, fishing a lighter from my shirt pocket. Mike Sheppard, the private investigator? she asked...