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Dirty Minds Part Four

“So what’s so special about this damned cat?” Bobby leaned over my shoulder to peer at the photos and reports I had spread out over my desk. “It looks like a fucking…cat.”

There was a lot of truth to Bobby’s assessment. Samwise the Speckled, better known as Sam, had the standard factory equipment installed on a base model feline. Ears, tail and whiskers were seemingly normal and his coat was an odd mottle of chocolate, red and gold. Bobby was right. He looked like a cat.

An apparently very expensive cat because Pierce was willing to pay a king’s ransom for him.

“What makes him so damned special?” Bobby turned one of the photos around. “Yep, still looks like a cat.”

“Sam’s a male tortoiseshell. They’re worth something. Don’t know what but something,” I replied. “But that aside, apparently the balls were a surprise and so was the cat. They found the cat—well, Sam the kitten—on their first date. And that’s all he wrote.”

“How… fucking sweet,” Bobby scanned a report a detective friend of mine slipped me on the side. “Okay. They found the van but it was stripped clean. Cat’s nowhere in it. Police report only gives the address, no witnesses.”

“Or none that’ll talk to the cops,” I pointed out. “You and I both know how that is.”

“Yeah, especially in down where they found the van. Ass-end of Little Tokyo.” He chewed on his lower lip.

“So your neighbourhood.” I mapped out where the thieves’ dumped the van, pinpointing a location about three blocks from Bobby’s loft. “Mexican bordering on Japanese?”

Like most Los Angeles’ neighbourhoods, the dividing line between economic and cultural differences was fuzzy. A multi-million dollar mansion could be found butted up against the back of a crack house with only a cinderblock wall and a windbreak of junipers separating the two. Bobby’s neighbourhood was a complex mixture of Skid Row, low-income Latino households and the edge of Los Angeles’ Japanese community. Throw in supply rail lines and a thick buffer of cheap industrial blocks underneath it all and it was pretty much a stew of languages and people we’d have to carefully negotiate through.

“I’ve got the Spanish covered. Might have to tap Ichi for the Japanese.” For some reason, Bobby gurgled and I glanced at him to make sure he wasn’t choking on his coffee. “You okay?”

“No, I’m good. You just might not want to say tap in the same sentence as your little brother.”

“You’re a sick puppy, Dawson.” I put the printout of the area on the desk and marked out where the van had been found. “We can do overlaps to see if anyone saw anything. I’m willing to throw money at it.”

“Yeah, your brother probably shouldn’t be by himself in some of those places.” Bobby cleared his throat. “He could run into trouble.”

“Have you seen Ichi?” I was beginning to wonder if Bobby lost his mind. Even as muscular as we both were, Ichi’s ink and casual give-no-shit attitude went a long way in intimidating people. Then the tattoos sunk in to my brain and I sighed. “Fuck, he’ll have to wear long-sleeves or something if he’s going to talk to some of the older businessmen down there. They won’t give him the time of day with all that ink on him.”

“Probably true,” Bobby agreed quickly. “How about if he and I take the east end then you and your sketchy Spanish skills can do the west? We’ll meet in the middle and trade off what we know.”

“Deal.” Dawson wasn’t usually so easily persuaded. Normally, I caught a lot of crap for taking on stupid cases, especially when I was in the middle of something as large as hunting down Sheila. But Pierce’s desperate plea for me to find their cat—as silly as it sounded—was important. “Let me give Ichi a call and see if he’s free. Try to be nice to him. He’ll be doing me a solid and the shit you two have got going on between you? Just… put it aside for a bit, okay?”

Down and Dirty Blog Tour

Dec 30             Part One — 3Chicks after dark (www.3chicksafterdark.com)
Dec 31             Part Two — Boy Meets Boy Reviews (http://boymeetsboyreviews.blogspot.com/)
Jan 1                Part Three — Joyfully Jay (http://joyfullyjay.com/)
Jan 2                Part Four — LoveBytes (https://lovebytesreviews.com/)
Part Five — On Top Down Under (http://ontopdownunderbookreviews.com/)
Jan 3                Part Six — Prism Alliance (http://www.prismbookalliance.com/)
Jan 4                Part Seven — It’s About The Book (itsaboutthebook.com)
Part Eight — The Blogger Girls (http://thebloggergirls.com/)
Jan 5                Part Nine — Sinfully Sexy (http://sinfullysexybooks.blogspot.com/)
Jan 6                Part Ten — NDulgent Bloggers (http://guiltyindulgencebookclub.blogspot.com/)
Jan 7                Part Eleven — The Novel Approach (http://thenovelapproachreviews.com/)
Jan 8                Part Twelve — Under the Covers Blog (http://www.underthecoversbookblog.com/)

Down and Dirty

From the moment former LAPD detective Bobby Dawson spots Ichiro Tokugawa, he knows the man is trouble. And not just because the much younger Japanese inker is hot, complicated, and pushes every one of Bobby’s buttons. No, Ichi is trouble because he’s Cole McGinnis’s younger brother and off-limits in every possible way. And Bobby knows that even before Cole threatens to kill him for looking Ichi’s way. But despite his gut telling him Ichi is bad news, Bobby can’t stop looking… or wanting.

 

Ichi was never one to play by the rules. Growing up in Japan as his father’s heir, he’d been bound by every rule imaginable until he had enough and walked away from everything to become his own man. Los Angeles was supposed to be a brief pitstop before he moved on, but after connecting with his American half-brothers, it looks like a good city to call home for a while—if it weren’t for Bobby Dawson.

 

Bobby is definitely a love-them-and-leave-them type, a philosophy Ichi whole-heartedly agrees with. Family was as much of a relationship as Ichi was looking for, but something about the gruff and handsome Bobby Dawson that makes Ichi want more.

Much, much more.

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About Rhys Ford

Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.

Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.

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