by Louis Corsair
(Elohim Trilogy, #1)
Publication date: September 15th 2020
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy
At the end of the original Absolution, the Executor traveled back in Time and altered Reality. But by doing so, he set in motion a plan to end his existence and collapse Creation. Because of his actions, there is Absolution: REDUX…
In 1947, a gangster murders private investigator Raymond Adams. In 2011, he’s brought back to life for 24 hours to solve the supernatural murder of a Hollywood Adult film star.
When the son of a Pit Lord is murdered in Hollywood, the celestial beings in charge of the Realms ask Raymond Adams to figure who did it and find the victim’s missing soul. Without memories of his life, he accepts the case to gain eternal peace. But the job is daunting:
24 hours to nab a killer…
24 hours to find a missing soul…
24 hours to unravel the victim’s exotic private life…
24 hours to stop a plot to send the universe into chaos…
With only the help of a possessed cop and a medium, Adams must trek through a Hollywood underground filled with pornography, prostitutes, and sadists, along with supernatural monsters. But can he solve the case when his own haunting memories keep surfacing, telling him exactly what kind of man he was in life?
It was the middle of the night in January of 1947 and I was on my knees in front of the Municipal Ferry building in San Pedro. The docked boats were silent sentinels, watching me. I imagined God and all His angels the same way, looking down constantly, indifferent to the foibles of a sap like me.
At least that’s what I hoped.
“Sorry, Ray… I really thought we could take him down,” said Hargrove, my best friend. In his hand was a smoking gun aimed at me. “But Sansone dug up my secrets. You understand, right?”
I managed a smile. “Thought…” I coughed. “I thought…them dames would get you killed, LT, not me…” I tried to laugh, but only hacked out more blood–so much for being hardboiled.
Lieutenant Detective Hargrove was a copper with a nice square jaw and a suit that always looked slept in. Next to him was Lucky Sansone in a tuxedo, one of the gangsters that festered Los Angeles–the typical Italian with slick black hair. His goons were next to him, their pistols out.
Trying to pinch Sansone didn’t look like such a good idea now. It’s what they called irony. I had tried to do something in the name of justice and look what it got me.
Funny though… The bullet in my gut wasn’t what bothered me, not the betrayal either. It was the wind. The breeze from the Pacific Ocean in winter had a way of breaking down a bird, even one with warm blood oozing out of him. I was cold, just so cold.
“A priest,” I said. The lead pill hadn’t killed me right off. I might live if I could get to a hospital quickly. “Confession of sins… You gotta give me that, LT.”
Lucky pulled out his gun and pressed the muzzle against my forehead. Hargrove turned away. I raised my hand, but Lucky squeezed the trigger. Nearby, the docked boats watched without comment or judgment. The wind picked up, maybe to lament. And that was it.
I was dead.
There was a great, black emptiness and I was feather-light, rising above it all. I remember looking forward to meeting God and all His angels before being sent to Hell for eternity.
It’s a shame the afterlife wasn’t what I pictured.
Louis Corsair is an eight-year veteran of the United States Army. Currently living in Los Angeles, California, he spends his time reading books, going on walks, writing, and enjoying the occasional visit to the beach–while trying to earn an honest buck. As a Los Angeles writer, he feels the weight of famous Los Angeles novelists, like Raymond Chandler, John Fante, Nina Revoyr, among others.
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