This is a retail sample of the audiobook \"Offshore\" by Gary Brandner.
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US New England - Boston, Providence)Transcript
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the car he drove was an anonymous Ford From Hurts. He got out of the car and looked around with distaste. He dropped a coin into the parking meter and started up the street raft. Kincaid's office was a block from where traveler in part, he walked rapidly, keeping to the outside of the sidewalk as though to avoid contamination from the neighborhood. A woman smiled at him from the open doorway of the Paradise Massage parlor. She had tightly curled red hair and wore only a shortie nightgown. Come inside, honey. Try our specialty traveler kept his eyes straight ahead and hurried on the parlor girls and the hookers on Western Avenue, where the rejects of Hollywood, when dope or age or disease lower two girls earning power on the main streets, her pimp would cut her off, and many of them wound up working Western Avenue at bargain rates. Kincaid's office was on the second floor of a grimy concrete building that dated from the 19 twenties. On the ground floor was a secondhand clothing store that didn't even bother to call itself a thrift shop. This was not the first time Traveller had done business with Ralf Kincaid, and he knew the man's earnings could easily have put him in a plush office in Century City. His home, which the clients never saw, was a six bedroom colonial in San Marino with a huge swimming pool and lighted tennis court. However, for the professional image Kincaid wanted to maintain, Western Avenue was perfect. Traveler climbed a dark, narrow stairway to the second floor. He walked past the offices of a racetrack tout sheet in an acupuncture clinic. On the third floor, flaking gold letters spelled out Our Kincaid Confidential Investigations Traveler pushed open the door and walked in. The office held two wooden desks, a couple of unmatched chairs, a dented green filing cabinet and a sparkle. It's water cooler. A girl with short, frizzy hair and thick glasses sat at the desk nearest to the door. She hammered steadily at an old Underwood typewriter and did not look up When Traveler entered behind the other desk sat raft Kincaid. He had an abundance of oily black hair that he work home straight back from a high, broad forehead. He wore a short sleeve knitted shirt open at the collar. His hard black eyes watched traveler across the room right on time, Kincaid said. I always like to do business with a punctual man traveler glance back at the girl Can we talk? Traveller said. Take a break. Bonnie Kincaid said the girl got up from her typewriter and took a package of low tar cigarettes from her desk and left the office. You said on the phone that you have something for me, Traveller said. When the girl had gone, I think so. Kincaid opened a drawer and pulled out of thin Manila envelope. He passed it across the desk to traveler. The Cal Oil president hefted the envelope in one hand. You mean this is all I get for $5000? It's worth it. If what you want to do is shake down this congressman, I'm not a blackmailer, Traveller said indignantly.