Red Planet Noir

by D. B. Grady

ISBN: 978-0-9641674-3-8

Retail Price: $14.99

Winner of the 2010 Next Generation Indie Book Awards Science Fiction Category!

The past is the future; the future is the past.  D.B. Grady’s RED PLANET NOIR will keep you eagerly turning the pages. An old-fashioned hard-boiled private investigator in a futuristic setting equals a winner.  One can only hope that RED PLANET NOIR is but the first of many novels to come about private eye Michael Sheppard.”
Barbara Colley, author of DUSTED TO DEATH, a Charlotte LaRue mystery

 A hard boiled detective story set in a noir science fiction world, RED PLANET NOIR is a unique blend of detective and pulp science fiction about private investigator Mike Sheppard who gets hired to look into a death on Mars. The cops say it wasn’t murder but we all know that’s unlikely…

Red PlanetNoir is Louisiana  author D.B. Grady’s first published novel. Visit the author’s personal website at http://www.dbgrady.com to learn more about him and his new writing projects.

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Michael Sheppard was the best private eye in New Orleans, and then his
wife left him. He finds solace in the bottle and his career in the
toilet. Nights at the casino pay the bills, until they don’t, and leg
breakers start knocking at the door, and knocking out his teeth.

When he’s hired by a bombshell heiress to check out a murder on Mars,
it’s a chance for a new start. But as the case unfolds, he makes
enemies of cops and gangsters alike in an investigation racing from
stately mansions to smoke-filled speakeasies, from deserted ice
colonies to mining towns on the asteroid belt.

All he wanted was a paycheck to clear some gambling debt. Now Michael
is the key figure in a murder conspiracy that’s left a vacuum in the
halls of power, with the labor union, mob and military vying for
control of Mars.

RED PLANET NOIR is for science fiction and hardboiled mystery fans
alike. Living on Mars can be murder.

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FROM THE BACK COVER

When the phone rang, I was half-drunk, half-dressed, half-asleep, and
half expecting it to be the phone company reminding me that the bill
was past due. I didn’t have any money because I didn’t have any
clients, and I wouldn’t have any clients if they cut my line, which I
had told them only last month and the month before that. They were
becoming a nuisance.

So I pulled on a shirt that wasn’t very dirty, but smelled of Scotch
and strippers, my signature cologne, and pressed the Answer button. A
figure flickered on the telephone screen. The phone company only hired
brunettes, because that’s what the owner liked to fool around with,
and only hired men, for the same reason. She was neither, and carried
her curves as if to prove the point.

“Mike speaking,” I said, fishing a lighter from my shirt pocket.

“Mike Sheppard, the private investigator?” she asked…