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PI rescues kidnapped kid, neo mystical noir, psychic, TJ gangs, and Uncle Dave.
CHAPTER 1
It was just past midnight when I finally wrapped up the Blondie case.
The client was a wealthy man from Chicago whose seventeen-year-old daughter had been sent to a ritzy La Jolla rehab center — the kind with ocean views and five-star meals — after he caught her smoking weed. The state court system, in its infinite wisdom, had also routed several recently convicted criminals to the same facility. Little Blondie kind of liked the bad-boy Crips her age, and she ran off with them. The father's problem was compounded when they quickly turned her into a crack-addicted pass-around, which had never been part of his plan.
Twenty-five thousand wired, twenty-five more as a finder's fee bonus, contract signed by fax. Two days of lurking in the local Crip bar. A crack dealer pointed me to the corner where she was working, with the Crips watching nearby. After a few beatings and one very expensive shrapnel incident involving a metal plate loaded with two pounds of white crack and a .45 Officer's Special, I found her late at night, scooped her up in a hail of bullets, and drove straight to my office at three in the morning.
Next flight at five, her on the plane to Chicago, her father's credit card covering everything. On the way home to sleep in at my Ocean Beach house, I was thinking only about how fast I could get the bullet hole fixed on my pristine 280Z.
The Z was a 1971 Datsun two-seater with fat racing tires and gull-window pop-off tops, worth forty-five thousand in 1980s money. It was Metallic dark grey, a real street race car, and every scratch it took felt personal. I had Aerosmith blasting — "Back in the Saddle" — as I pulled on my five-hundred-dollar dark grey suit jacket and a black silk Italian polo before heading downtown. The garage guys at the Chamber of Commerce Building all called out as I pulled in. "What's up, Slick." I gave them the usual.
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PI rescues kidnapped kid, neo mystical noir, psychic, TJ gangs, and Uncle Dave.
CHAPTER 1
It was just past midnight when I finally wrapped up the Blondie case.
The client was a wealthy man from Chicago whose seventeen-year-old daughter had been sent to a ritzy La Jolla rehab center — the kind with ocean views and five-star meals — after he caught her smoking weed. The state court system, in its infinite wisdom, had also routed several recently convicted criminals to the same facility. Little Blondie kind of liked the bad-boy Crips her age, and she ran off with them. The father's problem was compounded when they quickly turned her into a crack-addicted pass-around, which had never been part of his plan.
Twenty-five thousand wired, twenty-five more as a finder's fee bonus, contract signed by fax. Two days of lurking in the local Crip bar. A crack dealer pointed me to the corner where she was working, with the Crips watching nearby. After a few beatings and one very expensive shrapnel incident involving a metal plate loaded with two pounds of white crack and a .45 Officer's Special, I found her late at night, scooped her up in a hail of bullets, and drove straight to my office at three in the morning.
Next flight at five, her on the plane to Chicago, her father's credit card covering everything. On the way home to sleep in at my Ocean Beach house, I was thinking only about how fast I could get the bullet hole fixed on my pristine 280Z.
The Z was a 1971 Datsun two-seater with fat racing tires and gull-window pop-off tops, worth forty-five thousand in 1980s money. It was Metallic dark grey, a real street race car, and every scratch it took felt personal. I had Aerosmith blasting — "Back in the Saddle" — as I pulled on my five-hundred-dollar dark grey suit jacket and a black silk Italian polo before heading downtown. The garage guys at the Chamber of Commerce Building all called out as I pulled in. "What's up, Slick." I gave them the usual.
Work type Literary: Other
Tags tijuana, detective, rescue kid and kill client., mystical psychic, undercover tj gangs, noir
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Entry date Jun 3, 2026, 12:19 AM UTC
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Author. Holder Gregorio 'Greg' Estevane. Date Jun 3, 2026.
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