Hades
Chapter One
Justin Westwood was experiencing a combination of emotions he was not
particularly used to, and he wasn't sure exactly how he felt about it.
For one thing, he was relaxed. For another, at least for the moment, he was
content. If push came to shove, he realized, he might even describe himself as
happy. He was well aware this was not his normal state of mind, and he
couldn't help but wonder what the hell was going on.
The good feelings came partly from the very cold Ketel One vodka martini he
was sipping, his second in the past half hour, each with two spicy
jalapeno-stuffed olives filling up the bottom of the glass. He'd
also indulged in a few hits of a superb joint. He wondered what would happen if
one of East End Harbor's young police officers happened to walk into his
house sometime to find him happily getting stoned. Probably nothing, he
thought. It was one of the few advantages of being the chief of police.
Things had been quiet in the small Long Island resort town for nearly a
year now. And quiet was good. Teenagers had gotten drunk and turned over a few
garbage cans. Three houses had been broken into: s ... read full excerpt from: Hades ebook
