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A Mad Mick
Murphy Mystery
Chasin’ the Wind
By Michael Haskins |
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Chapter One |
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The Key West
Sail Club’s small Sunfish and Laser sailboats bobbed in the
breeze, their masts swaying, as I eased my dinghy next to the
weathered dock. The warm, salty air came in off the Gulf Steam,
blown across the Florida Straits from Cuba, carrying the scent of
seaweed, hinting of tropical flora and rain.
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Chapter Two |
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Luis Morales, at
five-foot-ten, looked more like a Latin model than a Key West
detective. His wavy black hair had highlights of gray, his
olive complexion, bright smile, and large brown eyes made him
handsome and popular with the local ladies. And, he knew it.
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Chapter Three |
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A few days later, Bob Lynds
called and asked me to meet him at the Tree Bar on the two
hundred block of Duval Street. It was early but he said it was
important. ...
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Chapter Four |
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I rode my bike to Sandy’s
Café on White Street to meet Bob for café con leches,
on Monday. Sandy’s, a small window-service stand, serves hot
con leches along with a mixture of breakfast sandwiches
and lunches. The con leche is a mixture of strong Cuban
espresso, heaped with sugar and a lot of hot milk, a favorite
drink in Key West’s Cuban neighborhoods. ...
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Chapter Five |
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My forty-foot sloop, Fenian
Bastard, was on a starboard tack as Bob and I moved her around
Fleming Key from Garrison Bight. The wind was light but filled
the jib, and we were doing three knots, without the mainsail,
through quiet, clear turquoise water. ...
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Chapter Six |
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Tom died Wednesday, eleven
days after the beating. He fought death, but brutality won
out. Richard called late that morning with the news.
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Chapter Seven |
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“I ordered two fish
sandwiches,” Thomas put a cold beer in front of me. “You look
hungry.” By
ordering food, Thomas didn’t have to pay for the beers, and he
probably didn’t pay for the first two either, because the
waitress would put it all on one bill. A bill that would come
to me after Thomas left. It wasn’t the first time I’d allowed
him to get beer, it wouldn’t be the last, and it never
bothered me. ...
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