Black Water
Fiction · 13 chapters · 29,784 words · free EPUB
A noir-tinged crime novel set in Houston, Texas, October 1985. Detective Don Redman and Jimmy Dixon. Generated by AIRowling.
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From Chapter 1
The body was already cold when Don got there. That was the first thing he noticed—not the blood, not the water damage, not the way the victim's eyes had gone flat and glassy like old marbles left out in the rain. Just the cold. A corpse doesn't argue with you about the time of death. It just sits there, temperature dropping by the degree, making its own quiet case.
Don stood at the edge of the stainless steel table and looked down at the dead man. The wildcatter had spent thirty years drilling holes in the ground hoping to find something worth more than the oil he spilled getting there. He'd found something else. Something that killed him.
There was a single wound—a clean incision just below the collarbone, angled upward toward the throat. Professional work. No hesitation marks, no ragged edges where the blade had slipped. Whoever did this knew exactly where to put the knife and how deep to push it.
"You see it?" Jimmy Dixon leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, cheap suit wrinkled from a night he hadn't slept through. He was thirty-four, thin as a rail, and wore his deadpan like armor. "That's not a street killing."