His Brother's Keeper

His Brother's Keeper

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Samantha Radcliff was no ordinary private detective. She felt she was born in the wrong era. Her idols are the fictitious private detectives of the 1940s and 50s, like Phillip Marlowe and Dick Tracy. Even her cat is named Charlie Chan. Although Sam, as she prefers to be called, loves her work, she's become bored at the cases she been offered. For once she'd like to work a meaty cloak and dagger case full of intrigue. She finally gets her wish when her next case, a handsome, CEO with amnesia, literally drops at her doorstep begging for her help...right before he passes out. Sam Radcliff, lady PI to the rescue.
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Cindy Powell uses detective work that she learned from her father as a young girl in her job as a real estate mogul Benson Easton's assistant. Benson needs to know every detail about an associate before doing business with them. It's Cindy who digs up that information. When she has a complex case, she requests help from her police detective boyfriend, Sam. While investigating several new possible clients for Easton Real Estate, she receives threatening messages. Someone has something to hide, and they'll do anything to keep their secrets buried. Cindy becomes targeted the deeper she delves into their life. *** I wake up disorientated, with my head pounding. I touch the sensitive spot on my temple. My hands are extended and handcuffed to a water pipe. I take a moment to glance around the room that is now my prison. Slowly, everything comes back to me. How will Sam find me now? I gasp when I hear the door above me squeak open. I close my eyes while I listen to the heavy footsteps descending the stairs. "Please hurry, Sam," I whisper to myself in despair.

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