The Fixer
Authors: T. E. Woods
Tags: #Fiction, #Thrillers, #Suspense, #Romance, #Psychological, #Mystery & Detective, #General, #Mystery & Detective / General
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The Fixer
T E Woods
(2012)
Rating: ★★★★★
Tags: Mystery & Detective / General
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An enigmatic vigilante known as The Fixer steps into the lives of the most depraved criminals and balances thwarted scales of justice. For those who employ her, she’s their last hope. For her targets, she’s an inescapable date with righteous payback.
And for The Fixer, each contract she accepts is a futile effort to silence her own demons. In her latest assignment she violates every rule that has kept her safe. The Fixer is trapped into serving as personal assassin for an invisible employer who strips her of the safety she’s deluded herself existed. As she begins to mentally unravel, she knows her only hope for survival is to identify and destroy her controller.
When Mort Grant, Chief of Detectives for the Seattle PD, learns the death of a prominent university faculty member wasn’t the heart attack it was designed to look like, he uncovers the dark underbelly of animal research and academic politics. Where sex is as viable a currency as a million dollar grant and power is held with an iron grasp. His search for the killer puts him on the trail of The Fixer.
Mort encounters Lydia Corriger, a talented psychologist, with a beautiful and mysterious new patient who mystifies her and tests her considerable clinical skills. Together, Mort and Lydia work to untangle a complex weave of sadistic cruelty, sexual manipulation, and limitless money that finds them fighting for their sanity and their lives.
The Fixer
By Teresa E. Woods
Text copyright ©2012 Teresa E. Woods
All Rights Reserved
For L.G., who never doubts.
"Can I get you another cup of tea, Agatha?"
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Teaser - The Cruelest Cut (Book 2)
The prospect sat in the hot tub, fat and doughy. Looking like he would leave an oil slick as he melted in the steaming water. The Fixer crossed the redwood deck, dropped a robe, climbed down three steps and sat across from the sweating mound of human flesh.
“You Martin?”
The prospect’s mouth flapped up and down. No words. A three hundred pound manatee gurgling as the whirlpool teased bubbles around his hairy D-cup breasts.
“I asked if you’re Martin.”
The fat man scanned the pool area. Two o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon at an airport conference hotel. The Fixer knew the place would be empty. Perfect for sensitive conversations.
Martin brought his hand to his face. Two pink hams rubbing water out of his eyes. “Graham? You’re Graham?”
The Fixer nodded.
A slow smile crossed the fat one’s face. “You’re not what I expected.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot.”
Yellow teeth peeked out between Martin’s fleshy lips. “I like your tattoo. A dagger through the heart. Nice for your line of work. What I don’t like is meeting in a jacuzzi.” He leaned his arms across the back of the tub. A porcine crucifix. “What’s the deal?”
“Bathing suits and hot water. Great for making sure no one’s wearing a wire.”
“I get it. Brings whole new meaning to the term ‘wet work’.”
“You have a job for me, Mr. Martin?”
The prospect craned his fat head, scanning the pool area again, assuring himself no one was within earshot. “My wife.”
“What about your wife, Mr. Martin?”
He fidgeted in his seat. “What? I gotta say it? That how this works?”
The Fixer stared at him. Steel blue eyes shut down any resistance the obese man may have considered.
“I want her gone, okay?” He swiped a hand through thinning brown hair. “I need her gone.”
“Tell me why, Mr. Martin.”
“What? You got standards?” Martin regretted the challenge the moment it left his lips. “Sorry. That was rude. You’re a professional. I respect that. It’s just you gotta understand.” He made a failed attempt at humble. “It’s not like I do this every day, you know what I’m saying?”
“Tell me why, Mr. Martin. Why do you want your wife gone?”
The enormity of the man made his subservience all the more pitiful. This was the Fixer’s favorite part. When the prospect realized who held the power.
“She’s become a liability, let’s just say. Spends my money like a sailor on shore leave. She’s drunk every day by three. She used to be gorgeous but I gotta face it. She’s really let herself go. My business, I need a looker on my arm.”
“Why not divorce her, Mr. Martin?”
The prospect narrowed his eyes, considering another stab at defiance. The Fixer’s steadiness stopped it. The smell of chlorine mixed with his sweat to produce an unctuous odor of sanitized panic. “It’s complicated. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Which means there’s money involved. Money a judge might think she deserves but you don’t want her to have.”
“It’s not just the money. It’s a whole thing. Like I said, complicated.”
“Which means there’s another woman. Someone who doesn’t want to wait through a messy divorce.”
Martin found a sliver of backbone somewhere in his fleshy insulation. “Listen. I don’t gotta explain myself to you. You gonna do this thing or not?”
The Fixer’s hand toyed with the bubbles. “No, Mr. Martin. I’m not. I do have standards. You don’t meet them.” Rising and grabbing the rail, The Fixer climbed the stairs and reached for a robe.
“What the fuck is this? You jerking me around?” Martin attempted to stand but slipped, sending a chemically-treated tsunami over The Fixer’s feet.
“Relax, Mr. Martin.” Robe tied tight. “I have colleagues whose criteria aren’t as high as mine. Consider this a first interview. The good news is you made it to the next round. Be here tomorrow. Same time. Same tub. My colleague will meet you. Name’s Allen. I think the two of you will make perfect partners.”
“What is this? You got the rep, Graham. Who the fuck’s Allen? I need you. Not some dumb fuck associate of yours.”
The Fixer looked down at the floating flesh flailing in the spa. “One more word, Mr. Martin and Allen takes another job. Are we clear?”
Martin settled back onto the hot tub bench and nodded. “Tell that Allen of yours I want to do business.”
The Fixer smiled and headed toward the locker room. A quick shower and change before heading home. Special attention to scrubbing off the heart-and-dagger tattoo. A long walk to the far end of the hotel’s parking lot. The Fixer pulled out a pre-paid cell phone, fitted a small voice digitizer over the mouthpiece, and punched in a number. An answer on the second ring.
“West Grove Station, Officer Jenkins speaking.”
“Detective Llaird, please.”
Officer Jenkins reacted to the synthesized voice. “Who is this?”
“Put me through to Detective Llaird. I won’t ask again, Officer.”