Shake Down First Coast Thriller Series Book 1
by Armand Rosamilia Genre: Crime Thriller
He's trying to work hard with a repo company, hooking cars and boats. Raise his daughter and stay friendly with his ex-wife. Make enough money to pay the rent on his tiny apartment over a bar in Jacksonville Beach.
But when one of the Orenato Cartel's speedboats gets repossessed, they come looking for it.
Putting Clayton, his family and friends, in danger.
Can he protect them, or will the cartel get what they came for? And will his own weaknesses get the best of him... again?
From the author of the Award Winning crime thriller series, Dirty Deeds, comes a new series set in the same world!
Walt knew he was in trouble as soon as the door slammed open. He put his hand up to ward off the deadly rays of the sunlight behind the figure in his doorway.
“Get up.” The unmistakable voice of his boss. As soon as he stepped inside, Walt saw he wasn’t alone. It was Tommy, who he’d closed the bar with last night. Good old dependable Tommy, who Walt had known since they were kids. Walt sat up on the couch and looked for his pants on the floor but couldn’t find them. He must’ve passed out on the couch instead of crawling to his bed last night. It was all a blur. “Can we, uh, shut the door and put on a light? It’s too bright and it’s really hot.” After a second of failing to find where he’d tossed his clothes last night, he gave up. He reached for his smokes but his boss shook his head. They still hadn’t closed the door. Walt closed his eyes and yawned. He was trying to act casual, as if nothing was wrong. Hell, he didn’t know what was wrong. It hit him a second before he saw the boss give a nod to Tommy, who frowned but put his hand on his waistband. An inch from his weapon.
“Six of the cigarette boats were repossessed last night,” the boss said quietly. The man never yelled, even when something importantly tragic had occurred. Behind his back, the crew called him Jake the Snake, after the famous wrestler who never screamed and shouted when doing a promo before a match. Calm, cool and collected. Like a snake. Walt nodded. “That was the plan.” The half dozen speedboats were registered to a fictitious name and they’d been useful for the past few weeks. But rumor had it one of them had been spotted by the Coast Guard, so now they weren’t worth the headache of wondering when they’d be confiscated. The boss thought up a novel idea: buy used boats up and down the southeast using offshore bank accounts, laundering the money as they did it. Then never make a payment and have the boat repo’d. With dozens of boats purchased each month and used to haul their product, the paperwork alone trying to find the purchaser tied up the system. One of the crew, Mort, had questioned the approach not too long ago. Walt thought he was either high or drunk or likely both. “Why not buy the boats outright and launder more money? Then we torch the boats offshore and move on. No fingerprints, no problems, no way for them to be traced.” Mort was gone the next day. No one questioned the boss about the boats again.
“I entrusted you to wipe down the boats and make sure there was nothing left,” the boss said. Walt nodded his head. “I did it. Just like you said.” Now he was really uncomfortable. Had he finished the job before he’d gone out with Tommy last night? It was a bit of a blur. He remembered a hooker or maybe someone’s sister stopping by. Was that last night? Walt shook his head. He started to stand but the boss put a hand out to keep him on the couch.
“Do you know what happens when you mess up? It makes all of us look bad, especially me. Do you know why?” The boss smiled but it wasn’t pleasant.
“Because you put everyone in jeopardy?” Walt asked. He thought he should know the answer to the question but his head was jumbled with so many thoughts. The boss stared at Walt for an uncomfortable minute, until Walt looked down at his feet. “I did what you asked. I wiped down all the boats and left them where you told me to leave them.” Walt knew he’d forgotten something.
“Then hand it over,” the boss said. Walt looked up, confused. “What?” The boss put his hand out. “The fifty pounds missing.”
“What?” Walt was sweating. The sunlight was still drilling into his brain and when he moved to put Tommy between him and the sun, Tommy sighed and stepped off to the side. Walt noticed his buddy had his weapon out now, too.
“They’re all marked, so I know what boat and where they were located inside the boat,” the boss said. He shook his head. To Walt, it looked like the boss was disappointed. You never wanted that. “Fifty pounds wrapped. Ten million dollars. Stashed under the cockpit sole.” Walt stood up. “Wait… what?”
“If you’d been counting the packages like you’re supposed to, you would’ve known there was an extra package in one of the boats. This was a special request from a very important person, who looks the other way when our boats come into this area. It was your responsibility to make sure it wasn’t left carelessly. You’re on the hook.” The boss glanced at Tommy. “I knew you hadn’t found an extra bundle because you would’ve told Tommy last night.”
“I’m really sorry, boss. I swear it was an oversight. Give me another chance,” Walt said. The boss shook his head. “This isn’t the first time you’ve been sloppy. I’ve given you enough chances. More than your three allotted strikes, too. While you and Tommy were out drinking, I lost millions of dollars on my watch. How does that make me look tomyboss, who I have to answer to? Not good.” Walt sat back down on the couch. “I’ll find the boat. It has to be stored somewhere local.” The boss chuckled. “Not to worry. I have all of that figured out. No longer your problem, Walt.” Walt smiled, thinking he’d get a second chance. The package was either already found, or the boss knew where it was. No harm. No foul. The smile faded when Tommy stepped forward and Walt was looking down the barrel of a gun.
“I don’t suppose I can say anything to change your mind, boss?” Walt asked. He knew this was the end. He knew he had two options: smile in the face of death and lean into it with no regrets, or beg for mercy and cry like a baby. Walt chose to cry like a baby. “I’ll do whatever you want, I swear, no more screw ups, I’ll clean toilets, I’ll kill for you free of charge, I’ll take out the garbage, anything, boss, anything.”
“You’re going to be a lesson to the rest of the crew,” the boss said. “I have to answer to a higher authority, Walt. I need to make sure this North Florida area is running smoothly. Without incident. Do you think I like giving the boats over to the authorities? No. If it was up to me, we’d burn them to the waterline. But…” The boss shrugged. “I do what needs to be done. No questions. No deviations. No part of the job can be sloppy or missed.”
“I can change. I screwed up, but I’ll work even harder,” Walt said. The boss shook his head. “I wish I could believe you. Even if I could, your fate is out of my hands, Walt. You did this to yourself.” As the boss left and shut the door behind him, the sunlight was gone. Walt could see. See his friend Tommy as he pulled the trigger.
Throw Down First Coast Thriller Series Book 2
The sequel to Shake Down!
A bus station locker in south Florida is filled with drugs and over a million dollars in cash.
Clayton and his friends need it for their futures, but the Orenato Cartel wants it back.
Who will ultimately get the locker open and empty before time runs out?
From the author of the Award Winning crime thriller series, Dirty Deeds, comes a new series set in the same world!
Armand Rosamilia is a New Jersey boy currently living in sunny Florida, where he writes when he's not sleeping. He's happily married to a woman who helps his career and is supportive, which is all he ever wanted in life...
He's written over 150 stories that are currently available, including horror, zombies, contemporary fiction, thrillers and more. His goal is to write a good story and not worry about genre labels.
He also loves to talk in third person... because he's really that cool.
You can find him at http://armandrosamilia.com for not only his latest releases but interviews and guest posts with other authors he likes!
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Writing Without A Net… Until The First Coast Thriller Series Armand Rosamilia
I am a pantser. That means, quite simply, I write by the seat of my pants. No outlines, no big thought process, no weeks of thinking about the characters and plots before I start typing.
I have an idea and I start and see where it goes and takes me.
It is all stored in my giant head, and I rarely write myself into a corner. If I do, or I’m not positive where this story is going, I switch to another one. I usually have 12-14 open projects to work on, whether they are novels, novellas or short stories.
As a full-time author the past ten years, I have a definite routine and comfort zone when I write. I like music blasting in my office as I write without distractions. Other than heavy metal music on ten, of course.
But… when I started to write the First Coast Thriller Series, knowing this was going to be a special six-book series and written and published all within a year’s time, I wanted to really put the work in.
No, I didn’t outline. That’s boring to me. I want the story to roll along directly from my head without figuring it out until the end. Yes, I always have overarching themes and plots and subplots, but they are very minimal so I don’t get too lost in the weeds.
I wanted a Story Bible for once. I wished I’d done it with other series in the past, so I didn’t have to spend so much time re-reading previous books to figure out a minor characters name, or where they went to school or if they liked coffee or tea. Spoiler alert: it is always coffee.
While my wife took notes (because my handwriting is awful) I talked about each of the main characters. What actor/actress they looked like, what their overall story was and how it could/would grow in the six books, and interactions between them. There needed to be conflict between some of them and not just when the Bad Guys showed up.
It’s nothing fancy, just a steno notebook with her beautiful writing in it and then my future notes, which I can barely read. I gave each character a couple of pages, have lists of minor characters and traits they possess. Anything even remotely important about everyone, including the restaurants and bars they frequent. I use Jacksonville Beach Florida as the setting and use real places whenever possible.
For instance: TacoLu’s is an amazing place for tacos in town, and I’ve used it a few times, since the repo company everyone works at is across the street, more or less. Run across the road and grab a bunch of amazing tacos for lunch or when you’re working late.
When my wife and I went there for dinner the last time, I brought a signed copy of Shake Down with me and gave it to the owner. They loved it, and as each new book is released, we take another trip to TacoLu’s and give them a copy. And eat some tacos, of course.
Has the Story Bible helped? Yes. I’ve only had to reference it a few times, but it helped me as I’m getting into writing book four. No longer do I need to page through nearly two hundred thousand previous words to find out the name of the restaurant where certain characters meet (it was Poe’s Tavern) but it frees me up to keep on writing.
Will I use a Story Bible again in the future? I think I need to. The previous ones will come in handy, too, because I already know the next six-book series will be in the same world as both First Coast Thriller Series and the Dirty Deeds Series.
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