Jake Miller Ii:

Bill Mack

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JAKE MILLER II: The Millennial Mob, starts out with Jake's sister innocently asking Jake to look into why her daughter's friend got beat up at the shore. He discovers it involves drug dealers. The situation qucikly escalates into chapter after chapter of murders, assassination attempts, explosions, drug deals, stakeouts, near death experiences, car bombs, more murders, and frame ups. This book is a follow-up to Jake Miller, and just like the first book, you'll find it tough to put this one down, and even tougher to figure out 'who-done-it?'

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• William Mack
• Bill Mack
• Fiction

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 18 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781665570572
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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JAKE MILLER II:
THE MILLENNIAL MOB
BILL MACK


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Published by AuthorHouse 09/15/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7058-9 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7056-5 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7057-2 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022916887
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
CHAPTER 1
J ake awoke to thunder and rain. The clock said 5:10 a.m. As he sat up and stretched, he hoped that Cecily Tynan of Action News had been right the night before when she’d said that the rain would stop by sunrise. He left the light off as he made his way to the bathroom. He hoped to make it there without waking up Assault and Battery, his Labrador retrievers, one yellow and one chocolate.
The first thing he saw when he entered the hallway were four green eyes shining in the darkness. Then he heard the banging of two tails against the wall.
“So much for getting to the bathroom without you mutts,” he said as he flipped the light switch. Now it was on! The morning ritual in which two eighty-pound, five-year-old labs jumped around like puppies and ran to the front door to go out.
“Don’t you guys ever get tired of doing that? Let’s go. Out!”
When Jake came into the living room, the dogs were sitting at attention like soldiers. They knew the drill: half a treat on the way out the door; check the perimeter for uninvited guests like the Murphy’s cat, Sinbad; do your business; and then sit at attention on the porch and wait for Jake to come out with his coffee—and the other halves of the treats. The whole process took about ten minutes. Jake often wondered how long it seemed in “dog time.”
This morning, Jake came out with something extra—two dog towels. Since it was drizzling, the animals would have to be dried off before they could enter the house again. It was one of Mary’s rules. After Jake put the towels on the little table on the porch, he sat down to drink his coffee and plan his day. It was May 11, a year since Mary had gone away and a chain of events had started that caused Jake’s whole world to turn upside down.
This time last year, he had been Detective Jake Miller, married to his high school sweetheart. Now he was a widower, and his partner, “Sonny” Burns, had taken his wife’s life, then his own. “Fatso” Lachowicz was killed in an auto accident that left his partner, “Wilt” King, crippled and fighting for his life. And Hector “Chuck” Alvarez had been beaten so badly that he put his papers in and left the force, as did the squad lieutenant, Art Kaufman. He had a heart attack and had lost enough, so he ended his thirty-five-year career and retired. Jake was now Lieutenant Jake Miller, running the Major Crimes Division of the Cape May Courthouse, New Jersey, Police Department. He had six detectives working under him. He was now “Lou” to Regina “Kari” Weaver; her partner Sean Kelly; Randy Calhoun, who had transferred over from vice the previous summer; his partner, Greg Harris; Jim Lenahan; and Roger Anderson. But Jake was not going to work today.
He was up early on this Friday morning because he planned to travel up to Philly and visit Mary’s grave on the anniversary of her death. Jake’s thoughts returned to the here and now when he heard his neighbor, Roger, shutting his car door. He was on his way out to church. Roger went to six o’clock mass every day. Jake looked at his watch; it was 5:40 a.m.
“I’m never gonna get out of here by six if I keep sitting here daydreaming,” he said to the dogs. “Let’s go.”
After he had knelt and wiped their paws, bellies, ears, and backs, he looked back and forth at each of the dogs and said, “What are you waiting for? I’m not gonna wipe your butts.” This prompted a kiss attack on each cheek. “OK, OK. I love you. Let’s go in.” As he gathered his things and made a coffee for the road, he continued talking to the dogs, who followed him from room to room. Finally, when he was ready to go, he gave each of them a treat, told them that they were going to Phil’s today, and to behave. Phil was the owner of Phil’s Doggie Day Care where Assault and Battery had spent many days while Jake and Mary were at work.
Jake checked the clock when he started the car—6:04 a.m. Not bad. Phil would arrive at the house around seven to pick up the dogs. And Jake would be over the Walt Whitman Bridge around the same time, hopefully just ahead of the morning rush. As he waited to make a right onto Bay Shore Road, he started to squint because the rain had stopped. And the sun was breaking through the clouds. “Way to go, Cecily!”
CHAPTER 2
I t was an uneventful ride, and Jake did indeed get on I-95 North just ahead of the morning rush. As he pulled into the cemetery at about 7:45, he noticed his sister, Maggie, getting out of her car to pay her respects. Maggie had called Jake a week earlier to suggest that they meet at Mary’s grave and then go out for breakfast afterward before she headed off to work. Upon exiting his royal blue Ford F-150, he called out to her, “Hey, Sis!” Maggie met him and gave him a huge hug.
“Hi, Jimmy! It’s great to see you!” Since Jake’s mother passed, in the early 2000’s, his sister Maggie was the only person who called him by his given name. He never knew why his dad started calling him Jake, when he was 5 years old, but he liked that nickname, and that’s what he wanted everyone to call him…except his sister Maggie. Her calling him Jimmy was a special thing between them, and Jake liked it that way.
“You too, Sis. You look great!” They walked arm in arm to Mary’s grave. Maggie flashed her brother an ear-to-ear grin. “What’s up, Mags? Why the grin?”
“Nothing special. I was just thinking how perfectly right on time you always are. And I couldn’t help but remember how Mom used to pull her hair out when she was getting you up in the morning so we could go to wherever we were going. I don’t think we were ever on time for anything. Dad always had to threaten you to get you to finally move your butt. You had to be the biggest procrastinator ever!”
“Yeah, Pop never laid a hand on either of us, but when he raised his voice … You know, Sis, we had the best parents!”
“Amen to that, Bro.”
They spent the next twenty minutes manicuring the gravesite. Jake policed the area, picking up the leaves and debris that had collected. And Maggie planted the geraniums she had brought with her.
When they returned to their cars, Jake suggested the Country Club Diner for breakfast. It was on the way to Fox Chase Cancer Center where Maggie worked, and he knew that she loved eating there.
After settling in with coffee and ordering their breakfast, Jake asked, “So how are you?”
“I’m fine. How about you? You still seeing that lawyer?”
“Sam? Nah. That wasn’t anything serious. We just went out a couple of times. She was a little too ‘clingy’ for me.”
“That’s a shame. She seemed nice.”
“She is nice, but we wanted different things, you know. What about you? Anybody in the picture romantically for you?”
“No. I work all the time. Last time I went on a date was … wow! I don’t remember.”
“C’mon, Sis! Get out there. You’re a catch!”
“Yeah, I’ll work on that,” she said as she laughed. She then turned a bit more serious. “Jimmy, can I ask a favor?”
“Maggie, you can ask anything, and you got it.”
“Well, it’s not for me really; it’s for your niece.”
“Katie? She got a problem?”
“No. I don’t think so. That is, besides you not calling her by her given name—Kathleen—like I’ve asked you to do a million times.”
“Sorry, Sis. I’ll do better, I promise. What’s up with Kathleen ?”
“She came home from Wildwood last Sunday night and seemed really upset. I asked what was wrong, and she said one of her friends was beaten up really badly down there.”
“Sis, you know how it is down there. Kids are out clubbing; all the guys have liquid muscles; and all the girls are flirting. It doesn’t take much for a ruckus to start.”
“I know. So does she. But I think this was something different. All I could get out of her was that they went to the beach on Sunday. When they got back to their rental, some guys came up and beat Dave up. It was so bad the ER docs kept him at Burdette Hospital so they could check him out.”
“Really? Did the guys touch anybody else?”
“I don’t think so. Do you think you can talk to her and find out what happened? She’s afraid to go back down to Wildwood.”
“Wait. They have a place for the whole summer, don’t they?”
“Yeah.”
“OK. Is she working today?”
“She’