ABOUT THE BOOK
Lowcountry Private Investigator Blu
Carraway needs a new client. He’s broke and the tax man is coming for
his little slice of paradise. But not everyone appreciates his skills.
Some call him a loose cannon. Others say he’s a liability. All the
ex-Desert Storm Ranger knows is his phone hasn’t rung in quite a while.
Of course, that could be because it was cut off due to delinquent
payments.
Lucky for him, a client does show up at
his doorstep—a distraught mother with a wayward son. She’s rich and her
boy’s in danger. Sounds like just the case for Blu. Except nothing about
the case is as it seems. The jigsaw pieces—a ransom note, a beat-up
minivan, dead strippers, and a missing briefcase filled with money and
cocaine—do not make a complete puzzle. The first real case for Blu
Carraway Investigations in three years goes off the rails.
And that’s the way he prefers it to be.
GUEST POST BY DAVID BURNSWORTH'S BLU CARRAWAY
Blu Carraway, Charleston County, South Carolina
Running a business isn’t easy. Especially in these litigious days. A successful business means there’s extra fundage to cover mistakes. One that struggles has a harder time. Everything you do has to pay off because you don’t have anything to gamble with.
Private Investigation, in my experience, is the cliché “feast or famine.” I was in a huge drought when my author picked up the story for In It For the Money. One could make an inference from the title that I was definitely in it for the money. I needed cash. It had been three years since I had any kind of job that paid anything real.
It wasn’t always this way. It’s called feast or famine for a reason. In the feast times, the business had a downtown Charleston office and two surveillance vehicles. My business partner, Mick Crome, and I had more work than we could do. I had to subcontract some of it out.
I was at a real low point at the beginning of the first book about me. My downtown office was gone. So were my extra cars. I was down to a desk in my living room with a phone that had been disconnected and I didn’t even know it. Talk about a sorry state for an operative.
My favorite jobs aren’t even investigations. They’re private security. Anticipating when and where someone could attack is what I like best. But, I’ll take most any respectable work these days. It’s better to keep the lights on by earning money as a private investigator than working day labor. Ask me how I know.
Reputation only goes so far, especially for one like mine. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the town leper. It’s just that not everyone needs the work I’m known for. I already talked about private security. But it’s more than that. Once, I took a job pro bono to help a woman get out of an abusive marriage. He’s no longer with us and she’s now my best source at the DMV.
My business partner left town with half the money from the last big job we did three years ago. I don’t blame him. He’s not one of those that’s good at responsibility. I’ve got a daughter and a small island with some scraggly horses to take care of. So, yes, I’m IN IT FOR THE MONEY.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
David Burnsworth became fascinated with the Deep South at a young age. After a degree in Mechanical Engineering from the University of Tennessee and fifteen years in the corporate world, he made the decision to write a novel. He is the author of both the Brack Pelton and the Blu Carraway Mystery Series. Having lived in Charleston on Sullivan’s Island for five years, the setting was a foregone conclusion. He and his wife call South Carolina home.
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