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    Quintin
    Quintin
    Quintin
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    Quintin

    By GiAnna Moratelli

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    The end to Chief Joe Novelli's case is coming to a close. But not in the way he wanted. A killer has not only revealed it's identity but who the next intended victim is. Someone close to Chief of Police Joe Novelli is about to die unless he stop can stop them.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGiAnna Moratelli
    Release dateMay 24, 2019
    ISBN9780463030905
    Quintin
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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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      Quintin - GiAnna Moratelli

      Quintin

      From the Case Files of

      Chief of Police Joe Novelli

      4th Quadrilogy

      By

      GiAnna Moratelli

      COPYRIGHT 2008

      GiAnna Moratelli

      SMASHWORDS EDITION

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      Quintin slowed the Hammerhead as they entered the no wake zone of the bay. Turning the boat, he backed it up toward the dock as Joe, Kimberly and Constance watched. Joe threw the tie rope to a man on the dock, who with three others pull it over to the dock and secured it.

      Give you a hand ma’am? one of the men asked and offered Kimberly his hand.

      Taking his hand, Kimberly let him help her as she stepped up out of the boat and onto the dock. Appreciate the hand. Thank you.

      You’re more than welcome pretty lady.

      Joe shook his head as he took Constance’s hand. ‘Did he not warn Kimberly about wearing such high heels?’ He helped Constance cross between the boat and the dock as Quintin came down the ladder from the crow’s nest.

      Quintin opened the door of the cabin and grabbed his jacket which was hanging beside the door. Ms. Novelli, you said you come here to New York a lot, he said to Kimberly as he took her arm and lead the way down the dock. Do you have any particular place you would like to dine this evening?

      Kimberly looked at his arm in hers. I’m afraid I’m not familiar with this part of town.

      Well then. Let me show you around.

      You come here a lot? Kimberly asked as they walked up to the parking area.

      Once in awhile, Quintin answered. He glanced at Constance, who was looking around, not paying attention to him. I know a place close by where they serve good steaks. You mid-westerners all like steak. C’mon girl. He pulled Constance along as he started walking.

      I think we just got stereotyped, Kimberly stated glancing at Joe.

      Maybe you should tell him we’re Italian, and we like Italian.

      I don’t care where we go, long as I don’t have to walk a mile.

      I warned you about those heels, Joe said.

      I don’t want to hear I, Kimberly said.

      Hey Novelli, feel like your dating your sister? Quintin asked and laughed as they walked down the sidewalk.

      Not hardly. You feel like you’re dating your wife?

      I don’t date my wife.

      ‘He could believe that.’

      They walked several blocks to a historical looking building that had been restored into a restaurant. Joe tried to read the name, but they were inside before he could make out the white, curvy letters on the blue, flapping canvas above the door.

      Good evening, Mr. McCord, the host greeted.

      You must come here often? Kimberly commented.

      I have some good cliental that bring me here once in a while.

      If you’ll come this way, your favorite tables available, the host stated.

      Favorite table? Kimberly said lowly to Joe, as the host led them to a secluded corner table in back of the room. I guess he does come here a lot.

      Joe looked around the plush restaurant, with its thick red carpet, gold inlaid walls and crystal chandeliers. ‘It looked expensive. And obviously, by the way the host acted, McCord had been there enough he was regarded as a regular customer. Maybe this was one of those places he came when he left Constance alone and disappeared for days at a time.’

      A waitress brought a bottle of scotch without being told. Someone will be with you shortly, Mr. McCord, she said smiling at Quintin. Would the ladies prefer something other than scotch?

      No, Quintin said.

      Red wine, Joe replied.

      Quintin poured himself a drink. Novelli?

      Joe put his hand up. No thanks. I’ll wait.

      Wino huh?

      Yeah.

      Kimberly? Quintin asked, holding up the bottle.

      Sure. I’ll have a scotch. Make it straight.

      Straight. I’m impressed, Quintin stated. He poured her a drink then set the bottle on the table between them, as though he expected them to drink the entire bottle.

      A waiter came around the corner carrying a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He set the glasses on the table and opened the bottle with what appeared to be a gold cork screw. Shall I pour it for you, sir?

      I’ll get it, thanks. Taking the bottle Joe looked at the label. Zenato Amarone della Valpolicella, he read in perfect Italian.

      Kimberly smiled. Your Italian’s perfect, Joseph.

      Joe looked at her. It was better than Joey. What’d you expect? A German accent? I’m glad to see they serve good Italian wine. He looked at Constance. Just a little?

      Constance nodded.

      The girl doesn’t drink, Quintin said looking at Constance as though he were warning her not to drink any of the wine.

      You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want, Joe said. He ignored Quintin and poured Constance half a glass then he filled his own. I don’t think a glass of wine is going to hurt anything. Do you think? he said sitting the bottle on the table.

      Quintin frowned then picked up his glass and held it up. Here’s to calm seas, he said looking at Constance and, he turned to Kimberly, beautiful women. He tipped his glass up and drank the entire glass then he smiled as he looked at Joe, who sipped the wine. He refilled his glass. You don’t drink a real man’s drink, Novelli. Looking at Kimberly, Quintin took another drink.

      I just prefer wine at dinner, Joe replied as Quintin downed another glass of scotch. He frowned. ‘If Quintin didn’t watch his drinking, he’d be too drunk to pilot the boat and they’d be spending the night on the mainland.’

      You know, Novelli. Quintin refilled his glass. We could switch women.

      If you’re referring to switching partners. Kimberly isn’t my partner, she’s my sister.

      Quintin looked at Constance then tapped her with his elbow. Girl, trade places with Kimberly. I’m sure you won’t mind sittin’ with the Chief.

      Constance looked at Quintin. She didn’t say anything or move.

      Get over there girl, Quintin ordered.

      Kimberly looked at Constance. I need to find the ladies room, she said standing. Do you know where it is?

      Constance gently shook her head. I don’t know. I’ve never been here.

      Why don’t we go find it together? Kimberly suggested and stood. She led Constance away from the table.

      So you were in the navy? Quintin asked as he looked after Kimberly and Constance.

      Joe nodded. Yeah. It paid my college.

      Never met an officer worth a damn, Quintin snorted.

      Didn’t know you ever served.

      Navy man. Ya got any tattoos?

      Joe took a sip of the wine. No.

      "Well this isn’t the place, or I’m not drunk enough, but I’ll show you the one I got

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