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  BLUE STEELE

  BOX SET

  CAPTURES 1-6

  By

  DONALD WELLS

  Also by Donald Wells

  A Blue Steele Mystery Short

  Blue Steele

  Blue Steele 7

  Blue Steele 8

  Blue Steele 9

  Blue Steele 10

  Blue Steele 11

  Blue Steele 12

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  Caliber Detective Agency Case File #7

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  Caliber Detective Agency Case File #9

  Caliber Detective Agency Case File #10

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  Caliber Detective Agency Case File #13

  Caliber Detective Agency Case File #14

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  Of Tongue And Pen

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  Taken! 35

  Taken! 36

  Taken! 37

  Taken! 38

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  Taken! 41

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  Indie: A Humorous Look At Independent Publishing

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  Anger Management

  Thrillogy

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #1

  BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #2

  BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #3

  BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #4

  BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #5

  BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #6

  About The Author | Donald Wells is the author of numerous short stories and novels, including The TAKEN! Series, The Caliber Detective Agency, Blue Steele, Monsters & The Reynolds Family Saga. | He lives deep inside a writing cave in the wilds of New Jersey. | However, the cave does have Internet access, and so, you can contact him at:

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  COPYRIGHT

  BLUE STEELE – CAPTURE #1

  It was a Friday night and I was on yet another blind date. At least this one was cute.

  He had blue/green eyes and curly blond hair and smelled great. His name was William Grant and he was an architect, 32, divorced, no children. William, Billy as he liked to be called, was clean-shaven, articulate and well read.

  We were in Fort Worth, Texas, at a restaurant called The Round-up. The décor was western and the dress code casual. I was wearing my best boots along with a blue dress that hung three inches above my knees and displayed a tasteful bit of cleavage, well, all right, it was an ample bit of cleavage, but hey, they’re one of my best features and I never met a man who disliked looking at them.

  I was having a good time, and that’s when Mickey Kyle walked into the restaurant. Mickey was a life-long thug who skipped bail three weeks ago and now had a four thousand dollar bounty on his head.

  Mickey walked up to the bar and spoke to the bartender for a moment, and then she reached under the counter and brought out a large paper bag. Take-out, Mickey was picking up a take-out order.

  “Billy,” I said.

  “Yes?”

  “Do you remember I told you that I was a bounty hunter?”

  He smiled, did I mention that he had a great smile, well he did.

  “Of course I remember, why?”

  “Because I have to go to work now, see that man at the bar, the one with the white bag in his hand? His name is Mickey Kyle and he’s worth four thousand dollars to whoever brings him in.”

  Billy turned his head and stared at Mickey. Mickey Kyle was forty-four, six-foot-three and weighed nearly three hundred pounds. At the time, he was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt that displayed his many and varied tattoos. He was also bearded and his broad nose hooked a little to the right, while his beady eyes had a mean slant to them.

  Billy turned back to me with a look of puzzlement.

  “You’re calling the cops, right? I mean you’re not going to try and arrest him yourself, are you?”

  “Mickey’s all mine; I’ve been looking for him for weeks.”

  I opened my purse and grabbed a pen just as Mickey left the bar. I then hastily scribbled my number on Billy’s palm.

  “I had a great time, call me?”

  Billy nodded as he stared at his hand, and I rushed out of the restaurant while searching my purse for my car keys. When I reached the parking lot, luck was with me. Mickey was standing outside the restaurant talking to a redheaded woman with too much make-up and shoes I wouldn’t be caught dead in. I mean, who wears open-back shoes?

  They were standing by a motorcycle that I assumed was Mickey’s, but a few moments later, the redhead straddled the b
ike and rode off. With a gun in my right hand and cuffs in my left, I walked over by Mickey and smiled.

  “Hello Mickey, nice night huh?”

  Mickey looked at the gun and then the handcuffs and then at me. He didn’t begin laughing until he looked at me.

  “Are you kidding me? You think your skinny little girl ass is gonna take me in? The damn cops must be getting desperate if they hiring chippies now.”

  “I’m not a cop; I’m a bounty hunter.” I tossed the cuffs to him. “Put those on,”

  He made no move to catch the cuffs and they hit him on the chest and fell to the ground, along with the bag of food. A second later, he was charging me. I stood my ground, took careful aim and pulled the trigger.

  I carry a thirty-eight with a two-inch barrel, my gun has a short barrel because it makes it easier to carry, and I rarely need it for distance; if I did, it would be next to useless.

  Mickey was three feet away when I shot him in the left knee and he fell at my side, moaning.

  The sound of the shot brought the restaurant crowd outside and I spotted Billy standing near the front, his eyes were wide and he looked frightened. A moment later, a man pushed past him and headed over to me. He was holding a badge in one hand and a gun in the other. His name was Deke Thomas, and he was a Texas Ranger. Deke was John Wayne tough and tall, and even looked a little like the ol’ Duke. Deke had been a friend of my father’s and I went to school with his oldest daughter, Jenna.

  Deke looked down at Mickey and then over at me.

  “Hey Blue, is that Mickey Kyle?”

  “Yep,”

  “He’s worth what, three grand?”

  “Four,”

  While we talked, Mickey moaned, and I do believe I saw tears in his manly eyes.

  “Shot him in the knee, huh?”

  “He called me a chippie and charged at me.”

  “Well, judging by the look of that knee, I’d say his charging days are over.”

  A police cruiser arrived and Deke went over to talk to them. I looked back at the crowd, searching for Billy, and saw him nowhere in sight.

  When all the dust settled, I arrived back home at two twenty-three in the morning and fell into bed with a splitting headache.

  Billy never called me.

  Maybe I should have shot him in the knee too.

  ***

  Becca and I were out for a run in Trinity Park.

  She was my best friend and had been such, for as long as I can remember. Her family and mine were neighbors and we were born only two days apart. Becca is a natural blonde with brown eyes, who these days wears her hair short. She says that with five kids under the age of ten, she has no time for worrying about her hair.

  My hair is dark and my eyes green. I wear my hair long, always have, and even if I had five kids I would still do so. I am very vain about my hair.

  We were both wearing shorts with tank tops and we were both sweating from head to toe. It was a miserably humid day in Fort Worth and the temperature, at eleven a.m., was already in the eighties. We came to a stop near the Mark Twain statue and caught our breath.

  “Are you working today?” Becca said.

  “Yeah, a man by the name of Vincent Kane jumped bail yesterday; he’s an accountant, the bounty is ten grand.”

  “What did he do?”

  “He murdered his wife.”

  Becca made a face.

  “Must you always go after the dangerous ones? Doesn’t anybody ever skipped bail for not paying their parking tickets?”

  I smiled. Becca worried about me more than my mother did.

  “I’ll be careful, and I’ll be ten thousand dollars richer when I find him.”

  “You’re really determined to buy a ranch someday, aren’t you?”

  “Not someday, by the time I’m forty, and after I nab Vincent Kane I’ll be a year ahead of schedule.”

  “That Vermont trip really paid off, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I said, and smiled. A few months ago in Vermont, I was tracking a fugitive named Sebastian Rojo. I didn’t get Rojo due to... unusual circumstances, but I did get the hundred grand in uncut diamonds he was carrying.

  Becca walked over and stared at me.

  “Do you still think about him?”

  “About who?”

  “Don’t play dumb, Blue, not with me,”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I still think about him. You would too if you had met him. But, hell, he’s married; I mean he’s really married.”

  In Vermont I met a man named... well, his name doesn’t matter, but he was unlike anyone I had ever known. Sebastian Rojo had taken his wife as a hostage to make his escape and he and I teamed up to rescue his wife and capture Rojo. We got his wife back and I wound up with Rojo’s diamonds.

  Becca reached out and gave my hand a squeeze.

  “I’m sorry baby, but you’ll find the right guy someday, ya know?”

  “Like you did? You and Richie have been together since the eighth grade. Do you know how lucky you are?”

  Becca grinned shyly, “Yeah, I do.”

  ***

  I spent the next few days talking to anyone who knew anything about Vincent Kane, his neighbors, relatives, clients, and I learned two things. One: Most of the people in his life didn’t believe that he killed his wife, and two: Most of them didn’t like his wife.

  Lucinda Kane, Vincent’s dead wife, was described as being selfish. She had been fifteen years younger than her husband, and many thought that the age difference had been part of the problem. I was told that she cheated on her husband, gambled them into bankruptcy and refused to get a job to help dig them out of it. In fact, Lucinda Kane seemed so universally disliked that I sought out the one person who should have something positive to say about her, her mother.

  Bobbi Reed, Lucinda’s mother, lived in Dallas with Lucinda’s little sister, Rachel. The house turned out to be a double-wide trailer in a mobile home park off of interstate 30.

  No one was home when I got there, and so I sat on the steps and waited. Sitting in the weeds near the trailer, was an old Volkswagen Beetle that looked like little more than a pile of rust. There were weeds surrounding it, but I noticed that the weeds in front, by the trunk, looked trampled, as if someone had been standing there recently. The trailer too was sunbaked and had paint chipping off.

  The trailer had seen better days and so had Bobbi Reed.

  Bobbi Reed was forty-four, but looked at least sixty. I caught her coming home from work on the night shift at the hospital; she was a nurse. Her daughter Rachel was with her and was quite a contrast. Rachel Reed was sixteen, shapely and had about the biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen, while her curly blonde hair fell about her dimpled cheeks.

  The three of us sat around the living room with the TV on, but the sound turned down. I was sipping on a cup of coffee that was surprisingly good and listening to Bobbi Reed tell me about her daughter.

  “She was a saint, a saint to put up with that man.” Bobbi Reed said.

  “Why do you say that? What did Vincent do to her?”

  “He treated her like property and wouldn’t spend any money on her. The man owned his own accounting firm for God’s sake; he must have been rolling in money.”

  “Did you know he filed for bankruptcy recently?”

  “That was just a trick to fool the I.R.S., believe me, Vincent Kane is devious.”

  “Maybe, but the police believe that he killed your daughter in order to collect on her life insurance.”

  “He’s greedy, that’s all. He used my poor daughter from the moment he met her. Did you know that she was only fourteen when they met?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “No, I hadn’t heard that.”

  “Lucinda swore to me that nothing went on between them until she married him at eighteen, but I’m not a complete fool, plus, there was that trouble with the neighbor girl.”

  “That was just a misunderstanding mom.” Rachel Reed said.

  I looked over at her.

  �
��What was a misunderstanding?”

  “Lucinda and Vincent had a neighbor woman with a teenage daughter.” Bobbi said. “Lucinda told me that she caught the girl leaving their house one day when she came home earlier than expected. The girl was attractive and looked older than she was, but she was only fifteen for God’s sake.”

  “What did the girl say?”

  “She told Lucinda that she had just stopped by to talk to Vincent about donating money toward new band uniforms.”

  “That’s possible, isn’t it?”

  “The girl had never been in the band. If she was playing an instrument that day, it was a skin flute.”

  “Mom!” Rachel said, while I laughed, despite the seriousness of it all.

  “What did Lucinda do next?”

  “She told the girl’s mother about her suspicions; not long after, the girl and her mother moved away. Can you imagine having to tell another woman that your husband may have been fooling around with her child? Lucinda said that their marriage was never the same after that.”

  “How long ago did this happen?”

  “A few years ago,”

  “If she believed he was a child molester, then why did she stay with him?” I said.

  “I hate Vincent for killing my daughter, but there is one thing about him I can’t deny, the man’s a charmer, always was and always will be. Despite his faults, Lucinda loved him.”

  The doubt I harbored at that statement must have shown on my face, because Bobbi frowned at me.

  “Let me guess, people have been telling you about Lucinda’s affairs? Well, it’s true, but they weren’t affairs, it was just one man, Harold Weidman. He was Lucinda’s dentist and he wanted her to leave Vincent and live with him.”

  “Why didn’t she?”

  Bobbi shrugged. “Vincent charmed her out of it, said he was a changed man. Two weeks later, she was dead.”

  As I was leaving the trailer, I stopped at the bottom of the steps and asked Bobbi one last question.

  “You say that Vincent met your daughter when she was only fourteen, how did they meet?”

  She stared at me a while before answering.

  “Back then... Vincent was my boyfriend,” And then, she slowly shut the door.

  ***

  Dr. Harold Weidman had a dental practice in a Fort Worth office building that was a short walk away from the Kimbell Art Museum.

  After I explained who I was and why I was there, the doctor agreed to talk with me. We talked in one of the examination rooms, and the antiseptic smell of the place and the sight of the drills made my teeth itch. I hate visiting the dentist.