First of the Dan Sloane, Private Eye stories.
t to give it to them. I'd been rooked and they knew it, but the pressure was on. I tried to raise a stink, but it was hopeless, and finally the word came down: if I wanted out badly enough I could have a Dishonorable Discharge. I walked out of the Commandant's Office in Saigon and watched a Buddhist monk pour gasoline on himself and set himself on fire. I went back into the Commandant's office and talked some more. I finished my hitch at a desk in Germany.
I took my hand-to-hand combat training to Pinkerton while I was at Berkeley on the GI Bill. They used me for muscle while I finished my college, and let me do my required two years of investigating when I got out. With my license in hand I proceeded to starve for a year in a Northern California full of private eyes and impoverished kids. It was 1971 and the magic that was Berkeley was dead, along with the magic of most everything else.
I moved back to Austin and found some of it again. The kids were here, and it was a wide-open, all-night sort
An okay detective story set in Austin, TX in which promising leads keep turning into dead ends. A rich county commissioner is found murdered, and the wife is arrested. The son hires the detective to clear his mother. Then it starts to look like no one killed the guy.
Nice plotting and good characterizations of everyone involved. The location descriptions reminded me more of Lubbock than Austin, but oh, well. Had the ending been a little less contrived, I'd have liked it more.