The Loveless Lawyer
Monday, January 9, 1967
The new year has arrived and it's cold.
Nick and Carter feel it more than most since they're just off the plane after three weeks in Brazil.
Meanwhile, Jeffery Klein, Esquire, Nick's ex-lover, ex-lawyer, and ex-friend, is back in town.
He needs Nick's help.
Jeffery is being blackmailed. And not for chump change.
After some husbandly nudging from Carter, Nick agrees to look into who might be behind the outrageous demands for money.
Almost before they know it, Nick and Carter have discovered the real scandal behind the blackmail.
It's juicy. It's salacious. And it goes back quite a few years.
And, to their surprise, tracking down the blackmailer leads from San Francisco to Sacramento and the office of the Golden State's newest governor, former actor Ronald Reagan.
What will the Gipper think when he realizes what's been happening under his very nose?
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|Ebook Publication Date:||August 25, 2019|
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About The Series: A Nick Williams Mystery
May 11, 1953
The richest homosexual in San Francisco is a private investigator.
Nick Williams lives in a modest bungalow with his fireman husband, a sweet fellow from Georgia by the name of Carter Jones.
Nick's gem of a secretary, Marnie Wilson, is worried that Nick isn't working enough. She knits a lot.
Jeffrey Klein, Esquire, is Nick's friend and lawyer. He represents the guys and gals who get caught in police raids in the Tenderloin.
Lt. Mike Robertson is Nick's first love and best friend. He's a good guy who's one hell of a cop.
The Unexpected Heiress is where their stories begin. Read along and fall in love with the City where cable cars climb halfway to the stars.
Long before the Summer of Love, pride parades down Market Street, and the fight for marriage equality, San Francisco was all about the Red Scare, F.B.I. investigations, yellow journalism run amok, and the ladies who play mahjong over tea.