Pulp
Chapter One
I was sitting in my office, my lease had expired and McKelvey was starting eviction proceedings. It was a hellish hot day and the air conditioner was broken. A fly crawled across the top of my desk. I reached out with the open palm of my hand and sent him out of the game. I wiped my hand on
my right pants leg as the phone rang.
I picked it up. "Ah yes," I said.
"Do you read Celine?" a female voice asked. Her voice sounded quite sexy. I had been lonely for some time.
Decades.
"Celine," I said, "ummm".
"I want Celine," she said. "I've got to have him."
Such a sexy voice, it was getting to me, really.
"Celine?" I said. "Give me a little background. Talk to me, lady. Keep talking .
"Zip up," she said.
I looked down.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"Never mind. I want Celine."
"Celine is dead."
"He isn't. I want you to find him. I want him."
"I might find his bones."
"No, you fool, he's alive!"
"Where'?"
"Hollywood. I hear he' ... read full excerpt from: Pulp ebook
