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The crossing guard looked on in horror as the Buick sedan pulled away from the pump at the Shell gas station. As the car turned onto Kedsie Avenue she ran frantically toward it, waving her arms and yelling, “Stop! Hey mister, stop! You’r… more

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“Card game—my house,” Glen said, tossing his head in the direction of his cell.In the county jail, or the Skyline Hotel, as it was called, your cell became your house and having other prisoners over to your house had quite a different meani… more

There are 90 stories altogether in the series. I have assembled the first 25 of my 1940s detective stories, the Matt Cooper mysteries series here in one download. Here are a total of more than 258,000 words for hours of reading enjoyment…. more

It doesn’t pay to be seen with Matt Cooper. First his new girlfriend gets hit in the head with a rock and killed. Next a potential client ends up dead on the floor outside Matt’s offce with a pair of scissors sticking out of his back. And l… more

Matt’s in line at the bank, trying to cash the check from his latest client. He’s carrying his .38 in the holster under his arm. The man in line ahead of him turns around and yells to the rest of the customers that this is a holdup and that… more

The bodies are piling up around Los Angeles and Matt’s on the case. The victims all seem to have one thing in common—Mother Goose. Each victim has a name similar to the name in the nursery rhymes and they are finding their demise much the … more

I’ve written more than 250 short stories, but this is my only full-length book. Most people who’ve read it think it’s a work of fiction from a guy with a fantastic imagination, but actually, it’s not fiction at all. I tell those people th… more

Matt Cooper’s back…somewhat. That is, his son and grandson open the story at Matt’s graveside, paying their respects to the legendary detective. It’s now 2012 and Matt’s been dead for ten years. His son, Clay and grandson, Elliott now run… more

I sat at the table across from a family of five who’d just ordered their lunch. The little girl, who must have been five or six, sat playing with her fork and knife. She banged them together until her mother took them away from her and poin… more

The body wasn’t even cold when I walked in and found it there, slumped over my desk. The hall light shone through the frosted glass door, filtering through the lettering as it cast an eerie shadow over the corpse. The shadows spelled out “M… more

Matt’s story jumps ahead 25 year to 1971, where his 21-year-old son, Clay, joins him in the family business. Matt and Clay are off to a rousing start as they are hired by an underworld figure to help him surrender to the authories because h… more

I was washing my hands at the sink when a shadow fell across my office door. The handle twisted a half turn, the door opened and a man stepped in. He wore a gray double-breasted suit, buttoned up all the way with a white shirt beneath it. A… more

It was the end of another boring day following a suspect for another boring client. My feet ached and my throat was dry and all I wanted was to sit quietly and wet my whistle. Mad Dog’s Bar was as good as any and I was in no mood to be part… more

Do you ever get annoyed by people insisting that they bless you whenever you sneeze? Well, Chet, the main character in this story, has heard that phrase once too often from his fishing buddy, Virgil and he’s had enough. He decides to confro… more

Matt’s back and he’s hot on a serial killer’s trail in Hollywood. All the victims had one thing in common…they were all passing out religious pamphlets to pedestrians on Hollywood Boulevard when they were killed. Someone obviously has ano… more

“Cooper?” the man said in a voice that had seen too much rye and not enough cough syrup. “Let’s talk. Your office?” He pointed again using the head gesture. He was pointing at my office building. He looked at me with hollow eyes, sunken int… more

“Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice—BLAM BLAM.” I’m sure that’s not how the original saying goes, but in this story we have a macho man who’s making out with a girl in his car. When he tries for third base, he finds a surprise package… more

I sat at the table across from a family of five who’d just ordered their lunch. The little girl, who must have been five or six, sat playing with her fork and knife. She banged them together until her mother took them away from her and poin… more

The car ahead of me tuned on its left blinker. I may not have paid any attention to it at all if it had not been for the license plate hanging by one bolt from the rear bumper. I tilted my head to the side and read, “PU-7163” and thought ab… more