What secrets are you hiding? We all have a few. Private investigator Dezeray Jackson specializes in uncovering secrets. And she won't stop until she discovers the truth.
Dezeray Jackson examines the cold case of a 13-year-old girl from Fremont, NE. As details unfold, Dez is forced to confront her feelings about her sister's unsolved murder, manage her relationship with former lover, Patrick Murphy, and diffuse the tension he's creating with her current lover, Scott James. Things become more complicated when Dez begins receiving communication from a dead guy.
If you like Janet Evanovich, Marcia Muller or Sue Grafton, then you'll love a series that combines all of their best traits into a smart, sassy, take no BS private investigator from the midwest, who has a penchant for weapons, scotch, fine wines, good-looking men, a great game of pool, and a Rottweiler named Godfrey.
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We all have our favorite places to get a slice. And, we probably all have a strong preference for either deep dish Chicago-style, or thin-crust NY-style pizza. Dez's preference lands squarely on the thin-crust, fold-it-up, eat it while you're walkin', NY-style slice. She's not looking for fancy. Toss on a few mushrooms, not the canned variety, and she's happy. A slice with a bit of Italian spices, parm, and red pepper flakes washed down with a bottle of Lucky Bucket beer is a sensual experience. Now that she's returned to Omaha, NE, she frequents Zio's Pizzeria. It's a real pizza joint. The next time you're in Omaha, look it up. Then, go check out Lighthouse pizza. Oh, man their slices are HUGE! All this talk about pizza is making me want some. I guess I know what I'm having for lunch!
By the time I got home, it was dark. Stopping at Zio’s Pizzeria probably wasn’t the best choice, but I wanted something quick, and not deadly. I almost stumbled over a small package outside my door. I forgot to turn on the outside lights, again. The package was light, not ticking, and didn’t smell funny, so I figured it was safe to take it inside. Godfrey, my Rottie, met me at the door. He sniffed my clothes, and then stared at me with big, brown, sad eyes. “No, I didn’t bring you pizza. Sorry.” He sniffed the package, confirming that it wasn’t pizza. He sort of huffed at me,then he ran to the kitchen, looking back once to make sure I was following him. I set the package down on the entryway table. Godfrey appeared in the kitchen doorway, his head tilted to the side. “I’m coming.” The phone in my office rang. “I’ll be right back, Godfrey.” I reached my office in time to hear the person leave a message. It was difficult to make out what the person was saying. I waited for the caller to hangup, and then I replayed the message. This is Alec Covington. I need to speak with you. It’s about your sister. I’ll be in Omaha by Thursday night. I’ll call you. “What the fuck?”