"The Right Man" is a crime/detective fiction short story.

            “It’s because of my father: Sam Lipton.” It still didn’t ring a bell. “He’s a congressman; he’s all about fighting prescription drug abuse. How would he look if the world knew that his daughter had slipped her addiction right under his nose? Tomas was going to send the prescriptions to the press if I didn’t pay up.”

            “That doesn’t explain his other little exploit here.” Mary rolled her eyes. She wanted to forget that night ever happened.

            “The asshole wanted me. He already had me where he wanted me; he could do whatever he wanted.”

            “And that’s where your boyfriend comes into play? Did he find out about Tomas?” Mary had stopped going through cigarettes. Her face was starting to contort and if one were to look hard enough into those blue eyes, they could make out a spark about to start a wildfire of rage.

            “Tomas went ahead and sent Mark the pictures. Mark was mad enough at me already; I think he knew I was going to dump him. It was just one more thing for Tomas and that other motherf—er to throw at me.” Mary got up from the couch and walked to the bar. She grabbed a bottle of bourbon and took a swig straight from the bottle.

            “Why the f— do you care anyway?” She opened a drawer at the bar and reached into it; she kept talking. “All you’ve done is come around and stir this s— up. Why? Now you know the whole f—ing story. You’ve got the f—ing pictures; now I guess you want a cut too don’t you? Well, you’re not f—ing getting it, bitch!” Mary pulled her hand out of the drawer and turned around. She was holding a gun.



            Every song that ever talks about alcohol giving you courage is a lie. I didn’t feel one bit courageous at all. There was already one body with a hole in its head; I didn’t want to become the next one. I could feel a cold sweat breaking on my brow. Mary knew I was scared. She gripped the gun tighter and walked forward. The spark in her eyes was a full-force blaze.

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  • Sam Clemens on May 1, 2010

    If Raymond Chandler had been born one hundred years later, this is what he would have written. A very well done piece.

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