Detective John Saunders’ Collection:
Shooting Blanks
A Short Story
By Adrianna White
Published by Adrianna White at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Adrianna White
All right reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission from the author.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Written in Canada.
Detective John Saunders’ Collection:
Erotica Noire
Mind the Gap
Shooting Blanks
Strip Show
Temper Tantrum
Winning Hand
Adrianna’s Fairy Tales:
Naughty Cinderella
Beauty and the Beast with Two Backs
Riding Red Hood
Detective John Saunders’ Collection:
The year is 1946 and the war is over, or so the government would have you think. There’s a different kind of war going on through the streets of West Hollywood, and its one detective’s job to make sure that those responsible for crimes against humanity are brought to justice. At least, that’s what the job’s supposed to be. The reality is a police force where half are inept and the other half are on the mob’s payroll. It’s these hurdles that John Saunders must overcome if he wants to keep his city from falling apart at the seams.
Shooting Blanks:
A midnight bank heist goes wrong and Detective John Saunders finds himself caught in the middle of a shootout between the police and the mob-run bank owners. It’s up to him to grab the lone female burglar before the mob finds them all responsible.
John’s going to need all his strength for this one, because he won’t be able to hold any punches if he wants to catch the troublesome burglar in time.
This short story is all about what we want, what we need, and what we just can’t have.
Warning: This eBook contains graphic violence, coarse language and sexual intercourse. Adults only. Word Count: 5,157.
Reading Detective John Saunders’ Erotica Noire is not required to enjoy this short story, but should be considered afterwards.
Chapter One
“Oh, you’re so full of shit,” John said with a laugh, sipping a coffee while he relaxed in his unmarked police car. “There’s no way that happened.”
“I kid you not,” a straight faced Ryan replied. “There he was… our good old chief, buck naked and tied down to a massage table with a ball gagged in his mouth! The boys said they laughed for a good fifteen minutes before they let him out.”
“That’ll teach him,” John grunted. “I love the guy like a father, but if you screw around with Mistress Zatana and her prostitutes… you’re going to get burned.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” said Ryan, taking a drink of his coffee. “Anyway, after the boys got the call from the mistress, they went right over. Word has it they even waited for a photographer to show up, but don’t expect to ever see that photo any time soon!”
The two laughed together for a moment, their cruisers parked in opposite directions. It was a slow night, which was rather unusual for the crime-ridden city of West Hollywood. At least, that’s what they originally thought.
Attention all officers, there’s a report of a 10-71 on 1081 Channel Street West. There have been shots fired at Teller Financial. All cars are to report immediately.