The Redneck Detective Agency (The Redneck Detective Agency Mystery Series Book 1) by Phillip Quinn Morris Read Free Book Online Page A

crazy river man who howls at the moon. Used to have a door that said The Redneck Detective Agency?’”
                  “Stop it, Rusty! I don’t give a shit about society stuff.”
                  “I doubt you’re worried silly about me.”
                  She stopped pacing and looked Rusty in the eye. Now, she was ready for the pounce. “We still have a daughter together. Crystal may be nineteen now, but she’s still our daughter. You’ve been a good father. But I don’t want her to ever have a crazy father that she’d be ashamed of.”
                  Damned woman knew right where to get him.
                  “I stay connected to the world, quote-unquote.” Rusty couldn’t believe he said something like quote-unquote. “In fact, I have a date.” Now, he couldn’t believe he was using his personal life information in an argument with Jenny.
                  “You do?”
                  That softened Jenny’s demeanor a bit. He could see it in her facial expression. In her body language. She always was affected by matters of the heart.
                  “I do,” Rusty said.
                  “With whom?”
                  “Gloria Davenport.”
                  “That figures.” The words themselves seemed a little snide, but she had glanced up before she said it, like she was contemplating it and that it all made sense now. She added, “You always liked older women.”
                  Rusty had no idea where she got that.
                  Then she said, “Where are you going on your date?”
                  “To a play.”
                  “I see. When?”
                  “That has yet to be determined. Shortly, after the Catfish Rodeo. She’s consumed with that right now.”
                  “Are you going to go grabbling for it?”
                  “Hell, naw!”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    Jenny had ruined a perfectly good day for Rusty. Why had she showed up at his house? He’d chased her and begged her back before the surgeon came into her life. He’d done his part and his duty. What? She wanted him to beg some more? Naw, he was done with that shit.
                  It was like he could read her mind about certain things. He knew she thought since she’d gotten rid of Rusty, got rid of the dead weight holding her back, she soared. Rusty knew he was in trouble when he started being able to see things from Jenny’s point of view.
                  He knew she had an urge for glamour, for a higher position in society. Maybe she needed to climb that social ladder before middle age gave way to senior years. Maybe her biological clock ticked. Instead of fertility this time, it was for social position.
                  She liked the idea of being part of a power couple. A big time realtor and her heart surgeon multimillionaire. Now Jenny and Rusty, that was the real power couple. Hadn’t they survived four rivers, a tropical jungle, and untold hardships and glories together? Yeah, well, she was tired of just surviving.
                  Jenny Clay, super realtor of riverfront properties. And Rusty Clay, private eye. Oh, Jenny, your husband is Rusty Clay. Isn’t he the one who solved The Case of the Stolen Catfish? “There’s your power couple, Jenny.”
                  He didn’t have to ask himself what this man Compton had that he didn’t.
                  If he could just look this Compton man in the eye—then he would know.
                  Rusty possessed an almost sixth sense sometimes that way. Sometimes he could look a person in the eye and see into their soul. And he needed to look Compton right in the eye. Rusty owed himself that much. Then he could be done with