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  Cooks, Crooks and Colt A Harmon Colt Novel By Kem Roy Neal           PART I           Chapter One Rise and Fall   My arm was starting hurt from the 3 pound Colt Python .357 magnum I had pointing at Chef. Pete Mostly, for the last five minutes. Chef. Pete, an up and coming 34 year old hot-shot chef in Hollywood had taken a hit of crack at a party in Malibu six months ago, and quickly gone down hill. I stood twenty feet a...

Jackson “Jack” Mourning PROLOGUE BLATANT It was a simple note. Like hundreds of others she had left for me over the years stuck in the pipe of my two-foot tall statue of Sherlock Holmes. But for some reason I knew this note would be different, and as I reached to free it from Mr. Holmes pipe, I hesitated. I don’t know why but I did. I looked around the small home we own in Middletown, Rhode Island. Everything was in place as always. The white sofa with black throw pillows, the marble coffee ...

I Saw Happiness Once I saw happiness once In the form of a couple walking toward A tree to carve their names in its trunk. I saw happiness once; when a 78 year old man Thought that he had seen his high school Sweetheart in a post office in Hollywood Only to realize she was too young and he Just a drunk. I saw happiness once when I thought I had hope. I saw happiness all the time when I took the dope. I want happiness to be real Not just for me…but you. I saw happiness…

A Bullet Fired Manny Gomez pulled the trigger of his .9mm Glock. A bullet fired horizontally will hit the ground at approximately the same time as the ejected casing;however, the horizontally fired bullet will have a much higher velocity downward. Therefore the downward velocity components Vy at t=0 are the same Vy=0 for both bullet and casing. Johnny Washington was pissed off by his mother’s attitude. She just didn’t have a clue. Talk’n ‘bout how she was gonna send him to live with his aunt...

Cooks Like Us A Harmon Colt Mystery Novel By Kem Roy Neal Mark Lawrence died begging to live. He was on his knees in an oil field in El Segundo, California, where some 80 years earlier Standard Oil Company had purchased land to build a refinery. Mark was wearing his black and white checkered chef’s pants, and a white starched chef jacket. His red hair was glued to his head from the beating he had taken in the back of the van that had driven him from Santa Monica to El Segundo. Three men stoo...