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When cobbler Fulton Moon meets the beautiful Lucy Mathews, she asks him to escape her abusive florist husband. An easy task for the amateur sleuth. But nothing is ever easy around Lucy and soon the muggings, a kidnapping, blackmail and, oh yes, even murder begins.
The door was out of focus. And it seemed to be lying on its side. My head hurt and I couldn’t figure out why. I frantically tried to remember my name. Someone helped.
“Mr. Moon?” A deep voice with vocal cords encased in gravel asked.
Yes, that’s it. My name is Moon. The rest of my name is the easy part but I was still having trouble.
Boy, this guy was good. Fulton Moon. That’s it. I tried to answer but only managed a feeble groan. That door was definitely on its side. A pair of shoes appeared in front of my right eye. They badly needed a shine. My right eye felt as if it already had a shine. Those stars that flooded my vision began to disappear. I was definitely lying on a carpet. My face felt like Marlon Brando used it for the floor and tap-danced all the way through “Madam Butterfly”.
One eye focused on an object between those shoes and my stars. It looked like a tooth. It was. A big tooth. Whoever lost that one would get big money from the Tooth Fairy. Then I noticed a suspicious vacant spot in my mouth and the greatest part of the pain in my head emanated from that cavern. I connected the tooth on the floor to that mouth pain. That was definitely my tooth. What the heck was it doing out there?
“Get up, Mr. Moon.”
Yeah, right. Not all of the parts of my head worked and he wanted me to use my body. I didn’t even know if it was still in one piece.
I eased into a sort of half crouch that left my face flat on the floor and my fanny sticking up over my feet. My arms didn’t want to work at first, but I finally got them to push me to an all-fours position. Looking up, I spied one of the largest individuals I have ever seen. Just a bit smaller than the Statue of Liberty. At least 6 foot 8--and wide. Double wide. Easily pushing 275 to 300 pounds. Not fat. His T-shirt rippled just from breathing. The slogan on the shirt advertised Tony’s restaurant. All the letters were easily seen. The huge hand that made the 357 Magnum almost disappear from view was even more impressive.
“Was there something I can do for you?” I knew what I wanted to say but my words came out slowly. Even I had trouble understanding them.
“As you can tell, Mr. Moon, I don’t like a smart mouth. I will ask once again and I would very much appreciate a straightforward answer. Where is my wife?” The bald head speaking had a smile on its face. Somehow it did not make him look pleasant. I had the distinct impression that if he bent down, his head would fall off. The man missed the line when they were giving out necks.
“Sir, could you please tell me who your wife is?” I decided to be polite. My dentist bill was high enough already.
“Lucy Mathews. She has been to see you twice in the last three weeks.” The head had no eyebrows at all.
“Sir, I know that lady only as a customer. I fixed some of her shoes for her.” I remembered I owned a shoe repair business. “By the way I would be happy to shine your shoes for you. They could use a shine, you know? Are you Mr. Mathews? I would be happy to show you the ticket for the work I did.”
“She was last seen coming into your shop this morning.” The eyes narrowed and those hairless brows were, as they say “knitted”.
“May I get up now?” I still wasn’t sure I could.
“Yes, but do not make any sudden moves.”
Yeah, like I could do that.
I raised myself up with not too much groaning. A little dizzy, but I wobbled to an upright stance. We were in the back room of my shop which I use as storage and a modest office. I leaned on my desk to steady myself and tried to clear the cobwebs. I remembered that the bald man had come in to see me and had already asked where his wife was. I had in very bad taste remarked that I had several men’s wives and could he kindly tell me which one was his. One of those large hams on the end of an arm backhanded me. My tooth and I hit the floor seconds apart.
J. D. (Dave) Webb resides in Forsyth, Illinois with his wife of 40 years and their toy poodle, Ginger. Writing has been a life-long interest and Dave became a full-time author in 2001. He spent 25 years in corporate management after a tour of the Philippines and Viet Nam compliments of the Air Force, then 12 years owning a shoe repair and sales store. All the while writing short stories and suppressing an urge to write a novel. After two of his short stories were published the novels began forcing their way out.
With Shepherd’s Pie, J.D. Webb dishes up a deliciously enticing concoction. Part cat-and-mouse thriller, part tongue-in-cheek send up of the tough P.I. genre, Webb’s story is chock full of genuine thrills and hilarious tidbits. His tough and terse fiction might easily brand him as the Mickey Spillane of the Midwest. Give him a try. I think you’ll find yourself quickly hooked by this tasty offering. -- Reviewer: William Kent Krueger, Copper River, www.williamkentkrueger
SHEPHERD’S PIE: I liked the masculine voice of this “Mike Hammer” style shoot-um-up. Private Detective, Micheal Shepherd has his impressive military background, and past police training to help keep him out of trouble. But then, along comes the most cold-blooded, steel-hearted man he has ever run into. ... Ferlin Lewis evilly threatens and intimidates every person Mike has ever loved, and one-by-one vengefully slays his apartment building neighbors. Ferlin even plays cat-n-mouse with Shepherd’s girl friend, Diana, just to watch his enemy squirm. Yet, Mike knows that somehow he can’t allow Ferlin to escape again. He must draw upon his every survival instinct just to survive. He must track down this psychopath who doesn’t deserve to live. -- Reviewer: JoEllen Conger
Shepherd's Pie: Meet Mike Shepherd, Chicago’s pie-loving P. I., whose on-again, off-again relationship with ladyfriend Diana rivals that of Spenser and Susan. When former cop Mike’s longtime nemesis, madman Ferlin Husky Lewis, kidnaps Diana with murderous intent, the chase is on—but just who’s chasing whom? The action never lets up in a pulse-pounding game of cat and mouse as Lewis toys with his prey and wreaks havoc with Mike’s colleagues and neighbors. The gents will savor the rock ‘em, sock ‘em action, and the ladies will relish the romance, as Mike, Diana and their cadre of resourceful friends dish up a story with something for almost every taste. If you have an appetite for nonstop action with a satisfying dollop of romance, help yourself to Shepherd’s Pie served up J. D. Webb style. I guarantee you won’t go away hungry. -- Rating: 5 out of 5 cups, Reviewer: Judith K. Ivey, Waiting for Armando, www.judithivie.com
Moon Over Chicago is an enjoyable mystery. Readers are treated to a colorful narrative of Chicago as Fulton charges full steam in keeping his friends out of harms way as he aids Lucy in her escape from Arthur Mathew’s. The plot develops at a well timed pace and there are plenty of twists and turns on the way. Along with the action there are plenty of laughs with Fulton’s humorous point of view. -- I highly recommend Moon Over Chicago and give it four out of five stars, D K Gaston, D. K. Gaston Book Reviews
Moon Over Chicago: I loved the undertone of Chicago’s underworld in this tale of Fulton Moon, Private Detective’s tactics to correct society’s wrongs, and to protect the innocent. But as tough as he likes to think of himself, he still has a soft spot in his heart for a pretty face. Much to his chagrin. There is a lot of great background color to this hard hitting, fast moving tale -- JoEllen Conger, Conger Book Reviews
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
No. of Pages: 228
Paper Weight (lb): 9.8
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