A Shot of Brandi

by Tanz, David S.

• ISBN13: 9781462066827
• ISBN10: 1462066828
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2011-11-15
• Publisher: Iuniverse Inc

Summary

Set in the Eastern colossal cities of Atlantic City and Philadelphia, A Shot of Brandi is a crime novel for the ages. Complete with mobsters, murders, lovers, and the Colombo-like crime skills of the Organized Crime Task force, this story is one that will grip you right from the first line. Rick Grosse has made his way in the world. With a well-connected partner-in-crime, he has elevated his basement business of Full Service Concierges to become the economic venture that takes Philadelphia by storm. In the height of its success, it seemed like Rick was untouchable except that he is a man obsessed with his first love thatgot away. to make matters worse, his business, which borders on the fringes of legality, is falling apart. He is forced to take action to save his world; going to places he has never been, in order to accomplish this feat. Stephen Davis is the lead detective for the Philadelphia Organized Crime Task Force, an arm of law enforcement. A bizarre murder crosses his caseload and, along with his team, he sets out on a mission of solving the case and bringing the murderer to justice. His team is comprised of a group of dedicated officers, working to solve crimes and deliver justice for the victim. But what happens when a key witness is murdered? As the investigation hits one tailspin after another, Davis must work desperately to keep his team, and his wits, together. Events take place in Philadelphia, Atlantic City and the Caribbean. They are all intertwined, along with the South Philly mob, the Russian Mob and unhappily married women, which may be the most dangerous of the lot. Grosse struggles to do whatever it takes, to recapture a lost love, while Davis and his crew relentlessly pursue the criminals responsible for a trail of death and obsessions.

Excerpts

The RX-7 climbed the steep incline of the old garage as it banked around in one big right hand spiral. He imagined it must feel like what those NASCAR drivers do for hours on end. Just around and around. Can you really call racing a sports event with thousands of screaming idiots cheering them on, waiting for the sound of metal on metal? He shook his head at the errant thought. the sign read Level 4 and Rick turned the car to the middle of the parking area. Pieces of cement littered the floor and the dust covered the archaic walls that were not open to the view of the Frankford El. He nestled the car up to one of the supporting stone pillars and got out.I hope you were not too uncomfortable over the past several hours my dear Carl. Cuffs not too tight?His partner had his arms stretched out over his head as he lay on the ground. Around his wrists was a thick rope wrapped around the pole, and his ankles were laced with plastic zip ties.What the Hell am I doing here? What are you thinking!Carl exclaimed.There, there now. A little politeness might be in order. I could have hog tied you face down with your pretty little head lying in rat crap.Ricky chided.You're not the most subtle guy around, so tell me what the fuck I am doing, no, what the fuck are we doing here?Glad you asked!Rick replied. He removed a bright electrical display clock and placed it on the roof of his car with a slam that made Carl jump. It read 24:36.Do you know what this signifies Carl?he said in a whimsical tone.Wanna venture a guess?'Not in the least.Carl replied in a flat tone with a taste of anxiety. His hands were shaking, and he did what he could to keep the rattling of his cuffs to a minimum.It's a timer. It happens to be your doomsday clock because when it expires so do you. What I would like to do next is explain to you why you are here and what has gotten you in this precarious situation.Beads of sweat were beginning to form on Carl's forehead, the early morning humidity filled the stale air. Sun light bled into the parking garage from the open portals as the day rippled the atmosphere into visible waves of heat