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    Obsession
    Obsession
    Obsession
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    Obsession

    By GiAnna Moratelli

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    Joe Novelli accepted the position of Chief of Police and moved his family to the island town of Mont Fort, away from the high crime of Chicago. But where there are beautiful bikini clad young women on white beaches there are some men who lust after them and some that become obsessed with them. When a pretty young girl ends up dead on the beach it's up to Novelli to find her killer, but there's more obsessions than one he has to deal with and one of them that will twist his investigation into a spiral nightmare.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGiAnna Moratelli
    Release dateAug 1, 2013
    ISBN9781301805013
    Obsession
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    GiAnna Moratelli

    Born in El Paso, Texas, I grew up in Iowa and was lucky enough to have parents that that had money to travel, a truck and 45' fifth wheel, and liked to travel. I've been in almost all of the fifty states, from the east coast to the west and have visited small bits of Canada and Mexico. As a major in history, I've visited the battlefield of the Little Big Horn; on three different occasions, Gettysburg Battlefield, and the Battle of Athens (which most have never visited, it sits on the border of Iowa and Missouri). I've been to as big a places as the Smithsonian Institute and small places as the grave of Chief Wapello located in Agency, Iowa and The Grotto of the Redemption in northern Iowa, which is well worth anyone's time, especially if you like rocks and history. I grew up, as ole horsemen say, on the back of a horse. I started riding by myself when I was three and when I was sixteen I started working at the tracks of Standardbred racing barns during the summers when we weren't travelling. After graduating high school I bought a couple of race horse; a six month old dark bay filly named J.C's "Blitz" DeVane and a little later a yearling sorrel colt named "Breezy" Judge, which I trained and raced myself, only needing to acquire a fair license to do so, compared to those who had pari-mutual license. My horse racing came to an abrupt end a few years later with a barn fire, in which none of the 12 head of horses died, The horse I'm pictured with is Breezy, the best horse I ever owned (and I've owned a lot of horses of different breeds) and passed from this earth when he was 25 years old. I went to college, attended R.O.T.C.; went to Fort Knox, Kentucky for basic training and earned a B.A. in history. My interest lying mostly in American history. Other than the above, many other experiences in life, and living in different places, have given me good resources for my writing: 1. Staying with my grandparents on their farm when I was very young is where I learned to ride and gave me knowledge of farming, which I later helped a farmer near where I grew up. 2. I work for my father; who is a Certified Public Accountant, doing taxes and bookkeeping. I started working for him when I was in middle school, and after health problems in our family, have come back to help him as of 2019. 3. I managed my dad's used car lot in Fairfield, Iowa. 4. I drove a semi with a 52' trailer over the road for 13 years. 5. I worked real estate and did real estate appraisal as a second job to OTR. 6. I've done construction work (helping my dad and brother put up my dad's office building from the ground up, plus many other projects for my dad, many which included pouring concrete every Fourth of July for more years than I care to think about. 7. I worked for a local manufacture making cabinets 8. While in college I cleaned at a hotel to pay my way through the first two years. 9. After college, while driving OTR (after the RE job) I sub-taught for two years. 10. I worked security for four years. 11. I do know how to cook, make garden and can food. That's my life wrapped up in a peanut shell. I decided to write fiction under my pen name and non-fiction under my real name Linda Scott. Just a good idea I thought to keep the two of them seperate.

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      Obsession - GiAnna Moratelli

      Obsession

      From the Case Files of

      Chief Joe Novelli

      1st Quadrilogy

      By

      GiAnna Moratelli

      COPYRIGHT 2008

      GiAnna Moratelli

      SMASHWORDS EDITION

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      One

      Barbara Ramsey sat at the bar running her fingers through her long, red hair as she eyed Frank Wrightsel sitting at the end of the bar. She sipped from a diet cola then taking a dollar from her purse, walked over to the juke box.

      Nice, Frank said lowly looking at her long, thin legs, which looked even longer with the five inch heels and short, blue denim skirt. He looked at the bartender. Give me another draw, Gus.

      Putting a dollar into the machine Barbara pushed three numbers. Waiting until the song, Some Like It Hot, began, she swayed back to the bar stool.

      Looks like Barbie dolls hot tonight, Frank commented to the bartender, thumbing toward the red-head. He looked at the glass of beer as the bartender sat in front of him. I’m paying for a full glass, Gus. Fill it up.

      Barbara Jo always thinks she’s hot, Gus Hensley replied filling the glass to the brim. He sat it in front of Frank then filled his own glass. Where’s your friend this evening? Gus asked looking at Frank as he took a drink.

      Donna said her husband isn’t feeling well so she’s home. Frank wiped sweat from his pale forehead, running his hand back over his thin, grey hair. It’s kind of warm in here. Don’t you have the air on?

      It went out yesterday. Gus nodded as a customer motioned him for another beer. You own the hardware store. Don’t you work on air conditioning?

      No, huh-uh, Frank answered watching Barbara.

      Oh well. Gus opened a cold bottle of beer. Cold beer and hot days go together well, so I guess cold beer and hot bars will too.

      Man I sure wouldn’t mind getting into that.

      Gus looked down the bar at Barbara and frowned. She’s sixteen, Frank. All she has to do is open her mouth and she can send you away for ten to fifteen. Shaking his head, he walked around the end of the bar. Put it on your tab, Hank?

      That’ll work, the man answered, not taking his eyes from his cards, as he took the bottle. You could turn down that music and turn up the news!

      You’re supposed to be looking at your hand, not the T.V, Gus replied as he walked behind the bar.

      I like to hear it, the man replied. I always have it on out on my boat.

      Gus looked at Frank, who was still eyeing Barbara Ramsey, as he turned up the news. Her old man finds out you’re messin’ with her, he’ll kill ya.

      Rick couldn’t kill a fly, Frank said and looked at Gus, who was wiping off the top of the bar. Besides, nobody would know. And from what I hear about her… she isn’t going to say anything.

      Gus frowned, tossing the wash cloth in a bucket of bleach water.

      You gonna to rat on me?

      Gus took a drink of his beer. You need to find someone else. Call Donna, see if she can’t get away for awhile.

      Barbara Jo wants it, and she’s old enough to know what she wants, don’t you think? Finishing his beer, Frank walked over to Barbara, his lank, six-foot-two towering over her. I haven’t seen you in here before, Barb.

      Barbara flipped her hair behind her shoulder. Turning the bar stool to face him, she bumped his leg with her knees. I come in once in awhile. So what are you doing here?

      Just having a beer. Frank said as he looked around, noting the fishermen at the table drinking beer and playing cards. A woman with short, dark auburn hair sat alone near the back of the room. He looked at Barbara. You want to go outside?

      Why not? Picking up her purse, Barbara followed him to the back door.

      Frank stepped to the side. Ladies first.

      As they stepped outside she turned to Frank as he closed the door. I have a big car, it takes lots of gas.

      How much?

      Fifty will get the oil changed and a complete lube job. She held out her hand, rubbing her fingers together.

      Frank looked around to see who might be watching them as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a handful of bills and counted out fifty dollars. As she started to take the cash he caught her hand. You’re gonna earn it.

      I can earn it.

      I’ll bet you can, he said as he looked around again.

      Barbara smiled. You want it here, in the back seat of your car?

      Right here?

      Why not?

      Frank shook his head. This isn’t a good place. It won’t look good if one of my customers comes around and catches us.

      Barbara laughed. Wouldn’t surprise them I bet. So where do you want to go?

      There’s a beach across from Quintin’s Island.

      Barbara frowned. Watchman’s Point. How about out by the Country Club? There’s a dead end called -.

      Frank shook his head. Too many people around there. It’s safer at Watchman’s Point.

      Okay. I’ll meet you there.

      Barbara Jo.. Those initials. Does that mean you give good ones?

      I guess you're going to find out.

      Two

      The phone beside the bed rang.

      Reaching over, he picked up the cordless phone sitting on the nightstand. Joe Novelli. This better be good. Joe rubbed his dark brown eyes, squinting as he looked over at the dresser, trying to focus on the red digital numbers on the clock. ‘Wasn’t O’Malley supposed to be the one on call?’ On the point, huh? Is O’Malley there? he asked and pulled the covers aside. Walking past a rocking chair, he picked up a pair of clean, tan, uniform slacks, which were draped over the back of it. I’m on my way. Pushing the end button, Joe laid the phone on the dresser and walked into the bathroom closing the door.

      Joe’s wife looked at the closed door. Where are you going this early?

      Someone found a body. I have to go to work, he mumbled with a mouthful of toothpaste. He spit out the tooth paste. Are you getting up?

      What time is it?

      Five-thirty. He rinsed out his mouth. You know Laura, it wouldn’t take you but a minute to fix toast or -.

      Fix it yourself! Laura pulled her night gown out of the way as she rolled over in bed. She looked at the bathroom door. Who did they find?

      I don’t know. Someone found her on the beach at Watchman’s Point. Joe walked out of the bathroom. Picking up the phone, he put it on its base. Probably drowned or got hit by a boat swimming out in that fuckin’ channel.

      Everyone on an island thinks they’re a fish.

      Reminds me of when Larry and I use to jump ship and swim to shore. Joe said pulling on his pants. ‘Those were the good old days.’

      Don’t remind me of those terrible days. You’re shaving off that horrible beard this morning aren’t you?

      Joe didn’t answer as he took a clean, white, t-shirt from the dresser drawer and pulled it on. ‘As much talking as she was doing, she could have breakfast fixed.’ Putting on a long sleeve, tan, uniform shirt, he zipped it up and straightened the buttoned appearance then tucked the shirt tails in his pants, tightening the front of his shirt around his slender waist.

      Laura looked at him. You didn’t shave.

      No, I didn’t, he said buckling his belt.

      You’re going to get hot wearing long sleeves. It isn’t that cool.

      Today’s the first of September. We switch to long sleeves, you know that. He picked up his tie and clipped it onto his shirt collar. So what are you doing today? ‘Besides sitting around talking to your make believe friends.’ Looking in the mirror, Joe combed back his thick, dark brown hair.

      Who the hell in Mont Fort’s going to notice whether you’re wearing short sleeves or long sleeves?

      It doesn’t matter who notices, it’s the rules. Sitting in the rocking chair, he put on his socks then pulled on his boots.

      And you look like hell with that damn beard.

      Joe frowned. I appreciate that.

      I suppose you’re going to be at the office all day?

      I’m sure I will. Joe walked to the

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