Stabbed in the Back
A Private Investigator goes uncovered and tells it all
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“Fill it up, please.” was all I heard as I peered down from over the top of the white 1965 Mustang. Its black vinyl top looked like it had just enjoyed a fresh drink of Armorall. The voice was pretty and feminine. I liked that. It was always nicer to serve a woman than a grumpy ol’ man who looked down on mere earthlings. “Regular or Ethyl?” was my routine next question as everyone always forgot to mention their preference. I was looking down into the window but I could only see from her shoulders down. Car manufactures must have orchestrated their design solely for gas station attendants. I could see right down to her white skirt underneath the black steering wheel. I’ve seen this many times before and rarely paid attention any longer, but her short skirt, worn in the fashion for the day and time, revealed the attractive nylons embracing her beautifully formed legs. This was an eye-catcher and I took pleasure in taking the time to ask her “Regular or Ethyl.” “Regular please,” was the response from this pretty voice and I stretched that brief conversation into a look through the window. Her beautiful wavy dark hair gracefully touched her shoulders in a gentle fashion and swayed slightly as she turned her head toward me to repeat again, “Regular please.” Her eyes were dark, with makeup perfectly outlining them. Her face was formed in a peaceful, pleasant fashion that perfectly complemented the rest of her body. Nothing was out of place and she clearly took time to prepare herself for the day ahead. She looked at me straight in the eyes as she turned her head toward me, and a smile graced her face. It complemented an already perfect woman. Her teeth, white and straight, seemed to have a glow to them that one could expect to see only on a TV show. I was momentarily paralyzed. I couldn’t move, nor did I want to. I must have appeared to be the old Foolish Brush man that I used to be. -------<>< body="">
Lowell was the Search Coordinator when he activated us to an area up the mountain, off I-80. This mountainous area is an attraction to campers who want to enjoy the outdoors. Grandma and Grandpa had taken their seven year-old grandson camping while trying to reassure the parents that it would be okay. The boy was very fearful of people and the family was trying to get him comfortable with his ailment. The motor home was parked and the grandparents walked down to show their little guy the stream. In no time, they turned around and the boy was gone, vanished within seconds it seemed, and the grandparents were frantic. They checked the stream and each camp spot to no avail before calling the Sheriff’s Department. This part of the country was in a different County than ours and their search team responded as soon as they could. But this County, at that time, had little in the way of a Search and Rescue Unit and they asked for help from our County. Lowell was given the assignment and activated us right away. It was a genuine concern that the boy would not make it through the night. The high country cold, the wildlife, and his age and frame of mind were too many things against him to expect him to survive. We arrived a half hour before dark and I reported to Lowell. The Team was getting my equipment ready as I received the assignment. “I don’t care what you have to do, Duane, find this boy,” was Lowell’s firm and concerned instructions. “Yes sir.” was the only reply I could offer, when radio traffic came in from the helicopter sent out from Fallon, NV. “Command Center, we’ve located the subject on the top of a hillside about a mile west of your location.” We wanted to cheer and cry at the same time. But the job wasn’t over. Lowell cautioned the military helicopter about the boy’s fear of people and asked that the helicopter keep him in view from a distance. It was a smart thing to ask, but darkness was setting in. ------
An attorney in the office building brought a matter to me he was working on, a man who may have killed his wife for the insurance money. She died as a result of a snowmobile accident and he wanted me to look at the papers. I sifted through volumes of paperwork looking for a clue to make the accusation, or conclude that it was as the man reported. Something caught my eye. The accident occurred on a roadway appropriately covered with snow. The machine was still upright when the couple were found by other snowmobilers. They pulled her out of a pool of ice water behind the snowmobile and commenced artificial respiration. She was blue and unconscious. The man was up against the rear of the snowmobile also unconscious. But there was something different about one of the reports a witness gave. The man’s coat was slightly open and he still had steam coming from his chest. I read the scenario a second time and returned to the attorney. “I think he killed her,” I reported, ------
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A Private Investigator Reveals it All:
Pulling back the covers and exposing it all, Duane reveals the intimate details of his life from childhood, and takes you through to adulthood. He reveals himself in an open and vulnerable way. Not for his own enjoyment, but because there were lessons to be learned by each aventure, and you'll discover what those lessons were. You'll be able to say yes, I've been there, or you'll file it away for future reference so you won't have to learn something yourself, in a more difficult way --- from your own experience. You'll live in his shoes as he exposes in detail things that you rarely hear a man reveal. This extremely personal book is something you'll never forget. Duane's life was one experience after another. Some Good, some Bad, some Ugly, and you'll go there with him. He'll share true stories of his life with 25 years as a Private Investigator. He'll tell you of the triumphs and the downfall he had as a Search and Rescue Team Commander, and the lives that were saved during his rein with the Sheriff's Department. He'll take you with him during two decades of racing motorcycles. And you'll run with him when he competes in what has been said to be the toughest endurance race in the world. This book will appeal to both men and women. Likely for different reasons. Those who aren't excited, saddened, scared, and sometimes angry, may not be human. Stand by, this is going to be a great ride.
About the Author
As a former Marine, this Private Investigator brings his background and dedication forward and commits himself to his business. You'll read his life's stories, and look into his personal life as well. A life found to be replete with problems and difficulties not uncommon to what others experience. But how does he address these? And would you do the same thing? You're going to read personal things that possibly should never be revealed by anyone. Especially a Private Detective who rarely opens his life up for anyone to see. You'll see his triumphs, his failures, and his introduction to God. The latter of which kept him alive. This is not a Detective who infiltrated the Mafi or worked as a CIA Operative. This is a down to earth Investigator revealing his assignments, and exposing his life, his loves, and his losses. You'll see every detail of his personal life. You won't close the back cover of this book and ever be the same.