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The
Deadliest Sins

 

Jack Murphy
Thriller #7

 

by
Rick Reed

 

Genre: Mystery, Thriller

 

Pub
Date: 10/16/18

 

Reed
writes as only a cop can.” —Nelson DeMille
Jack
Murphy Won’t Back Down
The
headlines scream the ghastly news of an abandoned truck filled with
murdered immigrants. Detective Jack Murphy and his partner Liddell
Blanchard are on the case. They’ve got a lone survivor, rumors of a
witness, and the feds getting in their way. Jack’s gut tells him
there’s a connection with a local killing—and the bloodshed is
far from over. He’s going up against a butcher who commits the
unspeakable in the name of protecting America. Some say the worst
crime is to look the other way. Jack Murphy only looks for justice .
. .

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Sergeant
Rick Reed (Ret.)
 is a twenty-plus-year veteran police
detective. During his career he successfully investigated numerous
high-profile criminal cases, including a serial killer who claimed
thirteen victims before strangling and dismembering his fourteenth
and last victim. He recounted that story in his acclaimed true-crime
book, Blood Trail. Reed spent his last three years
on the force as the Commander of the police department’s Internal
Affairs Section. He obtained a Masters Degree and upon retiring from
the police force, took a fulltime teaching position with a community
college. He currently teaches Criminal Justice and writes thrillers.
He lives in Evansville, Indiana, with his dog, Belle, and his two
cats, Hannibal and Clarice.
Chapter 1
The “Coyote” sat in the booth, drinking stale coffee, eating a crust of cherry pie, and writing in a five- by
nine-inch ring notebook. He had to record his thoughts, his feelings. That’s what his shrink said. His
shrink was an asshole, but at two Benjamins a session Coyote didn’t want to waste the advice.
The gray-haired waitress shuffled over in dirty house shoes. She was wearing faded gray sweat pants
and a shirt with stains and smudges of flour.
“Coffee?” she asked.
Coyote looked around the shabby café. It was narrow, with a six-foot counter on one side and two
ramshackle booths on the other—one of those had duct tape holding a leg together. There were no
other customers. The varnished seat of the booth had turned to a gummy residue, but the top was worn
smooth. Mounted in one corner of the ceiling was a defunct surveillance camera, its wires disconnected
and hanging. The coffee in the bottom of the carafe was black and thick as syrup. She calls this drain
cleaner coffee?
He was polite. “No,” he said. His voice was gruff, deep for a man barely five and a half feet tall. He was
wearing a charcoal-colored Burberry coat, black leather gloves, black Western Stetson, crisp white shirt
with imitation-pearl snap buttons, creased blue jeans, and Western boots. He wasn’t a big man by any
standard, but only a few men had made the mistake of seeing him as “small.”
The woman said, “Closing in five.”
He ignored her as her shoes scuffed across the stained black-and-white tiles. He dug deep in a pocket
and pulled out a crisp twenty-dollar bill. He slid the twenty under his cup and read what he’d written so
far:
I’m tired. Tired of everything and everyone. People disgust me. Food doesn’t taste good. No happiness
anywhere for me. I see people pretending to sing, their words full of hate and anger and violence. They
dance with faces showing hate and confrontation. What are they so unhappy about? Why do they want
to disrespect everything they got for free? They won’t work. They think they can be rich and happy taking
drugs. They dishonor their parents and each other. They fight from a safe distance with texts and
computers and phones. Cowards.
Everyone is out for themselves and the only thing they can agree on is that their elders were wrong,
racist, or homophobic. They don’t see why “elders” always talk about the past, about the lessons that
took a lifetime to learn. They are confused about who they are, who anyone else is, angry that their
elders didn’t give them more. Why should they take any blame or responsibility?
This is where my mind goes when I’m on the road. Alone, thank God. My dreams are visions,
premonitions of things to come. Slackers, drug addicts, and alcoholics, irresponsible, arrogant pretenders
surround me. They have created a world where they matter. They don’t. If the last three or fourgenerations were wiped from the face of the earth, we wouldn’t notice. They contribute nothing. They do
nothing. They want everything. They’re using my air.
“Time,” the old woman said.
Coyote got up. He couldn’t wait to leave. The smell of putrid coffee mixed with the odor of fried onions
was enough incentive to go. He walked out the door, his boots crunching on rock salt. He pulled his coat
tighter against the frigid air, looked down the street at the car with the fogged-up windshield. The
asshole had made Coyote wait. Coyote respected that.
He tugged the coat collar up around his neck and face. He pulled a cigarette from inside his jacket and lit
it. Holding it between his lips, he slipped his hands into his pockets and turned down the alleyway.

 
 

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  1. Adrienne Gordon says:

    The cover makes me want to read the book.

  2. The cover looks really nice.

  3. Coyote is a really intriguing character and the cover really draws me in.

  4. Cynthia C says:

    It’s an exciting cover. I enjoy thrillers.

  5. The cover of the book makes me think there will be excitement!

  6. Intriguing cover

  7. David Hollingsworth says:

    The cover looks really action-packed.

  8. Azeem Isaahaque says:

    Looks like an interesting book

  9. The cover really feels suspenseful. It raises a lot of questions.

  10. Shannon BAas says:

    I think this would be a good book.

  11. The cover is exciting and makes the book look thrilling

  12. I enjoyed the excerpt

  13. The cover looks realistic.

  14. Stephanie Liske says:

    It looks like a cop car…. seems like it doesn’t go w/ the title… but that’s just my opinion.

  15. Kyl Neusch says:

    I really like the cover.

  16. I like the cover. Its bright and interesting.

  17. Looks like a good mystery.

  18. Jessica Whitehouse says:

    I don’t really put a lot of importance on book cover art. I’m more interested in the blurbs and reviews of the book to decide whether to read the book or not.

  19. Abigail Gibson says:

    The book cover looks very thrilling.

  20. Looks good

  21. Danalee Davis says:

    Wow, the cover looks intriguing.

  22. The cover shows that sins often result in seeing a police car.

  23. Brittany Carter says:

    the book sounds pretty good but the cover on this one I don’t really like

  24. Debra Francis says:

    The book sounds intriguing. How do you think of the plot?

  25. Carla Sue Thompson says:

    This certainly is a very timely story, one that seems all too real or the danger of becoming real any time soon.

  26. Looks engaging and lots of adventure in store!

  27. I am excited to read this book

  28. krystal wethington says:

    Looks good

  29. kathy pease says:

    I think the book sounds great and I would love to read it.

  30. Hesper Fry says:

    I really like the book cover!

  31. Buddy Garrett says:

    I love the cover. it sounds like a great read.

  32. Penny Knowlton says:

    The cover is vibrant yet disturbing.

  33. Philip Lawrence says:

    I like the colors and the police car on the cover. I have no question for the author.

  34. Christian Alejandro says:

    Nice choice! I like the cover. It adds intrigue.

  35. I love the name. It is very intriguing. I also loved the excerpt.