Jake Randolph in "Tiki Moon" Pt. 114
I enjoyed lounging around for the rest of the cruise home, although I had to keep up appearances and look forlorn. But I sat at the pool soaking up the sun, ate like a pig, and read a dimestore detective novel I'd picked up in the ship's bookstore. One day I hoped I'd be as cool as Derek Slade, Private Eye.
We made it back to L.A. on a cool evening in late October. The captain reminded me that the authorities would want to question me about Deborah, but I remembered.
I remembered I had to split before that happened...
- Category: Crime, Murder & Mystery
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Christopher almost 5 years ago
A little aside here - The very first piece of noir fiction I ever wrote was when I was about seventeen or eighteen and the subject of the story was Derek Slade, Private Eye. He wasn't that different from Jake but he was headquartered in New York City, not Los Angeles, and there wasn't as much humor injected into it as there is in the Jake stories. Whistling Eddie was actually his informant and I've been looking for the right moment to introduce him into Jake's world. But I wanted to have Jake reading a bit of pulp fiction and didn't want to be cliche and use Philip Marlowe or Sam Spade, so I pulled Derek out of the mothballs.
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Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Thanks for that Christopher. Jake is every bit as cool as Derek Slade I am sure... and I know that’s true because Whistling Eddie told me so... and he knows a thing or two!
