Needles
by Jeremiah Treacy
Genre: Crime Thriller
‘Breaking Bad meets Nip/Tuck’ in this vodka soaked and cocaine infused crime drama deep in the searing Mojave desert, now home to plastic surgeon Doc Martinez: he’s on the run from himself, Russian mobsters, a family of dirty cops, and a breeched Witness Protection program that’s as deadly as the Bark Scorpion.
“Before we start hiding cash maybe you should tell me about that leg,” I said. I popped a Nicorette. Jack
looked at my cigarettes and the pack of Nicorettes on the table. Maria came by with my Bloody.
“In my line of work, people get shot.”
“Good to know.”
“Sometimes the wrong people.”
“That’s concerning.”
“Somebody pushed the barrel of a gun into my thigh and someone happened to pull the trigger.
Nearly caught the—“
I finished Jack’s sentence. “Femoral artery.”
“I owed some guys a favor.”
“Sounds like quite a debt.”
“The kind that can get you shot.”
“Seems excessive, but what do I know.”
“I failed to deliver on some paperwork. Visas, passports. Handy travel necessities one might need on a trip, say, if you’re Russian and the Viking Riverboats cruises are all booked and you need to get out of the
country without a travel agent.”
“What kind of money is paperwork like that worth?” I asked, assuming my poker face and trying to only
sound mildly interested.
“It’s all cash.”
“Put me in a ballpark, just so I can see where we’re playing.”
“Hundred thou.” He looked around and leaned forward. He took a smoke out of my pack on the table.
“I’m the agent in charge, the fucking force majeure.” Jack grabbed my lighter and lit it. I did the same.
We exhaled together.
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Jeremiah Treacy is a writer living in Marin County, California. His career in advertising as a writer and creative director has absolutely nothing to do with his first effort, NEEDLES, a tale of bad guys getting worse in the narrows of the Mojave desert, a hot, dry and dirty piece of topography that is far removed from his Key West, Florida, birth place where he learned to swim before he could walk. Jeremiah, the son of a Naval officer has also lived in Charleston, South Carolina; Greece; Annapolis, Maryland; Monterey, California. Jeremiah’s misspent youth as a surfer in San Diego during the 60’s is another story.
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