Time of Death

TIME OF DEATH A DETECTIVE JACK BRODY NOVEL J.M. O’ROURKE Published by Inkubator Books www.inkubatorbooks.com Copyright © 2023 by J.M. O’Rourke J.M. O’Rourke has asserted his right to be identified as the author of this work. ISBN (eBook): 978-1-83756-073-8 ISBN (Paperback): 978-1-83756-074-5 ISBN (Hardback): 978-1-83756-075-2 TIME OF DEATH is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher. CONTENTS Inkubator Books Prologue 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 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 Chapter 52 Chapter 53 Inkubator Newsletter We hope you enjoyed this book About the Author Also by J.M. O’Rourke JOIN THE INKUBATOR MAILING LIST You will be the first to learn about new releases plus the many FREE and discounted Kindle books we offer! bit.ly/3fPBwVA PROLOGUE Tamara always looked better as a woman than she ever did as a man. She was exotic, sexy, irrepressible and enigmatic. An illusion, a sensual powder keg, the star of her very own rollicking, X-rated extravaganza, and every man’s wet dream. She was a comet across the sky, or in this case along the city streets, a ball of sparking effervescence, completely impossible to ignore. She loved it all, loved the eyes of every man that burned into her, making her come alive. And Tamara liked that, especially when the straight men hit on her. But all this attention did have its drawbacks. Like now. Tamara was convinced that someone 1 Blue and white crime scene tape was strung high across the entrance to the alley, tucked in behind anchor plates in the old wall, pulled down and crossed to form an X, each end tied to a traffic cone at the bottom on either side. A uniformed sergeant with a clipboard in one hand stood on the pavement outside, while the other nudged aside the fragile tapestry to allow Detective Sergeant Jack Brody, Detective Garda Steven Voyle and Nicola Considine of the Major Crimes Investigation Unit to pass through. Brody recognised the sergeant, Con Murphy was his name, and if he remembered correctly, he played guitar in a rockabilly band