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Trouble Undercover
Trouble Undercover
Trouble Undercover
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Trouble Undercover

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An intriguing crime novel filled with excitement, suspense and some chilling events. Dale is handed an undercover assignment. His job to detect and unmask those committing violations of the many disappearances that up until now have gone unnoticed.
As the story unravels, little did Dale know that he was going to discover just what the Police department needed to bring this story it's climaxing end.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 19, 2013
ISBN9781491878491
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    Trouble Undercover - Eric Becktel Sr.

    © 2013 by Eric Becktel Sr. All rights reserved.

    No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

    Published by AuthorHouse 09/11/2013

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-7848-4 (sc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-7847-7 (hc)

    ISBN: 978-1-4918-7849-1 (e)

    Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

    and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

    Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

    Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

    CONTENTS

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    I would like to thank Donna Mingrad for her support and keeping me going along the way.

    CHAPTER 1

    As he walked slowly to his bed, the fatigue that came over him was apparent in his stride, his legs getting weaker as he went. Not even realizing it himself, he slipped into his bed with the overwhelming desire just to sleep away all the worries of the day. Slowly, he pulled back the unmade bed. He didn’t care; he hadn’t even gotten undressed, the clothes from the day before still hanging on his skin like old rags, dirty and smelling of blood and sweat. He would never get that smell out of his nose again.

    Granted, as an undercover cop, he never had enough time for personal hygiene, not until now. In his head, he was still out there, begging for handouts as that bum from the street, the one everyone knew. Nine months he did this before he got the information to stop the murders that had been going on in Central City—nine months of being on the street, never breaking his cover, never being normal, though for him, it was normal now.

    His captain told him to go home and sleep it off. He wasn’t really sure where to go at first, finding himself on the way to the cardboard box he had slept in for all the time he was there, only to be stopped by another cop, who drove him to his apartment on the other side of the city.

    Feeling strange, he walked into the apartment and looked around as if he had never been there before. He saw pictures of himself with high-ranking police officials and good service awards hanging on the wall. He wondered, Is that me? Is this my life? as he held on to the railing before him. Funny, the key was in its hiding place, as it had been for so many months, and the light had come on as he approached the door like his apartment had been waiting for him to come home. There was no sign of a wife—she had gone years ago—no kids or dog, just silence, unwanted silence.

    Before he had gone, he had forwarded his mail and his newspaper to the precinct, a small thought as he entered the door and recalled unwelcome memories of childhood days, as things were not so unclear. The apartment was dirty, beer cans and old pizza cartons scattered everywhere. The phone had been shut off, but the light still worked. He didn’t need light, just sleep.

    The next morning, he woke up not knowing where was. Startled, he took a deep breath. It was the first time in a long time he had woken up in a bed, and he was not sure he liked it. He got up and began moving slowly through the apartment. He looked at his things like he had never seen them before. He had lost his mind. Why was he here, and who had done this to him? He would pay a price when the owners found him in their apartment. He scrambled for the door, trying not to make noise so as not to be discovered. In his haste, he knocked a picture off the wall. It fell, hitting him on the head. The picture was one of his favorites from when he was a kid; it was of him and Josephine dancing at the prom. He hadn’t wanted to go, but she had insisted. It was all coming back to him now. This was his apartment, and he was home. He began to cry as he hugged the picture.

    CHAPTER 2

    He began to think back to the days when he was young, hearing the songs of the Bee Gees. She was so wonderful in her beautiful dress. He could remember it like it was yesterday; it was lavender with a darker purple stripe around the middle. He had been so nervous that his hands had shaken as he put the corsage on her wrist. His mom had driven them, as he was too young for a license at the time, but she didn’t mind, even when they got out and the other kids said, What a loser! He let his mom drive them. She was beautiful, telling him it didn’t matter. He had known then that she was the only one he would ever love.

    The night had grown long, and she had begged him to stay, but he knew his mom was outside and wanting to bring them home. Jo was pretty independent; her parents had divorced long before, and she did pretty much what she wanted. She wasn’t very happy when he told her they had to go. Can we please? She told him that she would stay to hear the last song, and if he had to leave, then so be it. He went to the car where his mother was waiting impatiently. She asked where Jo was. He said, Well, it wasn’t over. Could you come back or let me find my own way home? Of course, she said, No, so he reluctantly got into the car. He would never see Jo again.

    At the dance, there were three boys who were looking for trouble and a little fun. Jo wasn’t interested in them, but they offered her beer and a smoke. She was all for a little fun. They, of course, couldn’t

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