From Lloyd Norris: Drones, Murder, and the Woman Next Door
A must-read thriller from Lloyd Norris
From Lloyd Norris: Drones, Murder, and the Woman Next Door
A must-read thriller from Lloyd Norris
About Lloyd Norris
Author Biography
Lloyd Norris writes Mystery/Crime fiction that showcases the rugged beauty of Arizona, where he graduated from high school, earned his bachelor’s degree, raised a family with his amazing wife, and spent his entire career in business.
He also holds a Master of Social Science degree from Syracuse University.
His characters are conceived in the spirit of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum, Robert Crais’ Elvis Cole, and Harlan Coben’s Myron Bolitar—diverse characters he’s long admired.
Drones, Murder and the Woman Next Door is his first novel.
Book Excerpt
Drones, Murder, and the Woman Next Door
The untimely death of a man I never met changed my life.
If Troy Rigiano had not been murdered, I wouldn’t have stewed over Raymond’s visit to my house for the rest of the day.
If I hadn’t seen Raymond’s shoulder holster, I wouldn’t be wondering if he was the person who shot Troy.
And if Raymond hadn’t peeked over my fence and seen my crossbow, I wouldn’t be concerned about him having one of my crossbow darts.
I could use my skills as a licensed private investigator to get to the bottom of whether Raymond killed Troy. However, I never finished my licensing application with the state or the online investigation course I started a year earlier. So, as the sun dropped toward the horizon, I made a call to my favorite police detective instead.
Grace Belucci answered, sounding out of breath.
“You track down that plate on the getaway car, Vin?” I knew Detective Vincent Parsons was her partner. She obviously hadn’t looked at the screen on her phone before she answered.
“Sure as sugar, Grace,” I tried to imitate Parsons’ Texas drawl. “Belongs to a vaquero with the last name Putin. First name Vlad-i-mir.”
I heard a loud exhale through the phone. “Who is this?”
“Hi Grace, it’s Cal. Got a minute?”
“Sure Cal. Just let me call timeout to the perp I’m chasing and we can have a leisurely discussion. By the way, if you’re in jail again and this is your one phone call, you should have called your lawyer.” I knew the call was over before I heard the beep.
Grace was right. It was a good thing I wasn’t in jail. In fact, Grace was the good thing that kept me out of jail on one of the unluckiest days of my life...