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Journalist Mick Murphy is walking across Harvard Yard when his name is called out. He turns and sees the woman of all his sexual fantasies. Under the spell of the pretty Filipina, Murphy is led into her search for the men that abused her brother while he was at Harvard. On the flight back to Los Angeles area, Murphy agrees to put her in contact with some of his old Harvard classmates and they soon begin showing up brutally murdered. His desire for his fantasy girls has him in jeopardy of losing close friends - including his on again/off again romantic interest. When he finally confronts his Filipina about the murders she admits her family is involved in the killings to revenge her brother's suicide. Before it's over Murphy's life is threatened and he learns that his fantasy is more of a nightmare.
About the Author
My Mick Murphy Key West Mystery are available as eBooks or trade paperbacks from Amazon. You can read sample chapters of my books on my website, please check the site out and get a taste of my Key West series - www.michaelhaskins.net.
Now a little about me:
I grew up in North Quincy, Massachusetts, and went through the public school system. I wasn't a student who stood out. If my English teacher in the ninth grade had not told me to put down a copy of Hemingway's short stories (I had taken it off a bookrack during study class) because I was "too stupid to understand it," I might never have wanted to read. Thank you Mr. Carlin! In my senior year, I talked my creative writing teacher, Mrs. Shapiro, into getting the school to allow us to publish a creative writing magazine, Counterpoint. Mr. Carlin barely passed me, Mrs. Shapiro gave me A's! Go figure!
While in high school I worked as a stock boy at the Orbit Department Store in Dorchester, until I tried to help unionize the workers. I was fired for this. The Retail Clerks Union found a stock-boy position for me in Filenes', an upscale department store in downtown Boston.
When I was sixteen, Jack Scanlon, a family friend, helped get me the midnight-to-eight weekend office boy job at the Record-American, Sunday Advertiser, a Hearst Newspaper. Those two-nights a week began my education into the world of journalism and politics. What I learned from the men and women on the Record and Advertiser was more important than anything I learned in college. I was fortunate to enter the world of journalism in its gritty days, when reporters came up the ranks from office boy, to cub, to reporter. My early years were like a black-and-white noir movie, no kidding. There's a book in those early adventures, and someday I expect to write it.
College taught me how you were supposed to put a news story together, but nights as a copy boy taught me how to dig up the facts and write the story. There were no Google searches back then, it was legwork! Those days are long gone, when the police, and even politicians, had an understanding with journalists of how life worked. Neither journalism nor the public is better off because those days have been lost. After high school, the paper put me through an editorial apprenticeship.
Because of my volunteer work at the Cardinal Cushing Center for the Spanish Speaking, I received a summer scholarship to the University of Puerto Rico's "Social Welfare Workshop." I spent that summer living at the Normandy Hotel in Old San Juan, and learning about the cultural and historical aspect of Puerto Rican life. It was an adventure and I wrote a couple of freelance pieces on Puerto Ricans in Boston, for the San Juan Star. Years later I learned that Hunter S. Thompson also wrote for the paper - long before I got there.
I left Boston and moved to Los Angeles, where I wo
