In Gateways, Jack visits his father, who is in a coma after a car accident. He learns that every three months for the last year there has been a killing at his father's senior community, Gateways South. When he meets two unusual women, Anya Mundy and Semelee, he comes up against the secrets and questions surrounding these killings. He must try to save his father from becoming the next victim. At the publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management software (DRM) applied.
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November 03, 2003
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Excerpt from Gateways by F. Paul Wilson
Blessed be the blackmailers, Jack thought as he pawed through the filing cabinet.
He had a penlight clamped in his teeth and kept it trained on the labels of the hanging folders while his latex-gloved fingers fanned through them.
What a trove. If someone could be called a professional blackmailer, Richie Cordova fit the bill. Private investigation was his legitimate line, if such a line could be legit. But apparently he dug up lots of additional dirt during the course of his investigations, and put that to work for him. Never against his clients, Jack had learned. Did his blackmailing anonymously. That kept his professional rep clean, kept that stream of referrals from satisfied clients flowing. But Jack had picked him up on a money drop Cordova had set up for his latest fish and took an instant dislike to the fat slob. Nine days of shadowing him hadn't mellowed that initial impression. The guy was a jerk.
Cordova's PI office occupied a second floor space over an Oriental deli on the other side of Bronx Park. But his other line of work, probably the more profitable one, was here on the third floor of his house. Small and stuffy, furnished with the filing cabinet, a computer, a high-end color printer, and a rickety desk, it appeared to be a converted attic.
Where was the letter Jack was counting on it being in this cabinet. If not--
There... Jank. Could that stand for Jankowski He pulled out the file and opened it. Yep. This was it. Here was the handwritten letter at the root of Stanley Jankowski's problems. Cordova had found it and was using it to squeeze the banker for all he was worth.
Jack tucked it in his pocket.
Yes, blessed be those blackmailers, he thought as he began emptying the folders from both drawers of the cabinet and dropping their contents -- letters, photos, negatives -- onto the floor, for they help keepeth me in business.