Rose City Free Fall (Dent Miller Thrillers, Book 1) by DL Barbur
Release date: November 1, 2017
Subgenre: Crime thriller, Hardboiled mystery
About Rose City Free Fall:
Detective Dent Miller hunts killers on the rain soaked streets of
Portland. Sometimes he puts them in prison. Sometimes he puts them in
the ground.
Dent doesn't have faith in much, but he believes in justice. One night he is called to investigate another tragic, but routine homicide. Soon, he realizes everything he believed was a lie.
Framed for trying to kill his partner, he isn't sure who to trust as he confronts a shadowy human trafficking ring that is willing to kill to hide the truth.
Dent Miller is a man in free fall. He must identify and close with his enemy before they destroy him
This thriller from debut novelist DL Barbur is chock full of gritty, realistic action. The tension builds non-stop until the final, explosive ending.
Dent doesn't have faith in much, but he believes in justice. One night he is called to investigate another tragic, but routine homicide. Soon, he realizes everything he believed was a lie.
Framed for trying to kill his partner, he isn't sure who to trust as he confronts a shadowy human trafficking ring that is willing to kill to hide the truth.
Dent Miller is a man in free fall. He must identify and close with his enemy before they destroy him
This thriller from debut novelist DL Barbur is chock full of gritty, realistic action. The tension builds non-stop until the final, explosive ending.
Excerpt:
"I heard him coming, heard the squeak of his sneakered feet on the
curling linoleum of the apartment hallway, heard him panting as he ran.
Meth was bad for your cardio fitness, I guess. The screen door flew open
and I got a flash of a scrawny white dude in a blue satin track suit
two sizes two big for him, baseball cap backwards. Scruffy attempt at a
beard. It was Wendt for sure.
I don't like to
brag, but I timed it perfectly. I flicked my wrist out and up, and the
metal baton went from being eight inches long to twenty one in an eye
blink. The telescoping metal shafts locked into place and the round
steel tip landed exactly on the tip of Wendt's elbow with the sweet
smack that I associated with a baseball heading for the fence. I heard
bones crack. Out of the park baby.
I brought the ASP back for
another shot, yelling "Portland Police, get down on the ground!" Wendt
gave an inarticulate little moan and grabbed his suddenly
non-functioning right arm with his left hand. Perfect. He wasn’t even
thinking about his gun.
"Stop resisting!" I
yelled as I unloaded the second blow, lower this time. His knee cap
popped with a sound like a coke bottle breaking. He bounced down the
steps and onto his face before I could get the ASP back for a third
blow. Two shots would have to do. I'd ambush a guy, but hitting him
while he was down wasn't right, unless he looked like he was thinking
about getting back up.
Wendt showed no sign of going anywhere. He was laying face down in the dirt, making mewling kitten noises.
When I grabbed his right arm and bent it back behind his back, it felt like it was full of broken glass and gravel.
He
screamed. I ignored him and cuffed him up, then patted him down real
quick, arms, legs, back of his waist band. I didn't find anything but I
could tell the elbow and knee were already swollen. Looked like we would
be stopping at the hospital before we went to jail.
"Oh, man, you broke my arm. My knee," Wendt whined.
"Quit
your bitching. You’re under arrest." I rolled him over on his back, now
his weight was on his broken arm and he screamed again.
There
it was, tucked in his waistband, a cheap Brazilian 9mm, bright chrome,
fake mother of pearl grips, fifteen round magazine.
"Dent? Dent?" It was Mandy's voice in my radio earpiece again.
"I got him. Come on around."
She
popped around the corner a second later, looked a little annoyed when
she saw Wendt trussed up on the ground. I hoped she didn't think I'd cut
her out of the action on purpose. I'd talk to her later. The irritation
only lasted for a second, then she broke out in a grin.
"We got him," she said."
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About DL Barbur:
DL
Barbur lives in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, but regularly
ventures into Portland. He’s been a deck seaman, police officer and
hamburger flipper. He enjoys blues guitar and black coffee with an oily
sheen on top.
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