Romeo Jones

web-banner-add-vertical-01c{ I have many ideas for detective Romeo Jones, not the least of which are being worked out in Blood Ties Die. But, like any good character, Rome has a past, a history. His most recent past, prior to coming back to his home town of Trinity, was as a Deputy United States Marshal, a fugitive hunter. Here’s the beginning of one of his “Marshal stories,” perhaps to be developed into a short story. Enjoy. Usual caveats about spelling apply. }

© 2023 Craig S. Hartranft

Looking past the woman, who was trying to stuff her sheer white blouse into a very tight denim skirt while rocking back and forth on high heels, Jones saw his partner, Harry Anderson, passed out in the bedroom.

“How much does he owe you?” Jones asked pulling some wrinkled bills from a pocket of his faded Wranglers.

“What? You think I’m a hooker?” she said teetering on Stuart Weitzman knock-offs.

“What would you rather be called? Whore or prostitute?”

“How about school teacher? Jerk.”

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{ When it comes to crime fiction, Romeo Jones is my one stubborn passion. Even I’m not sure where the character or story is going. Romeo Jones, like that favorite screen adventurer, just rolls off the tongue, but his name is also given to inherent complications. Here is chapter two of his first novel, Blood Ties Die. }

© 2015 Craig S. Hartranft

Romeo Jones arrived late to the County Detective’s office. It was nearly three in the afternoon. He spent most of the most of the last six hours with the Trinity Police Department interviewing witnesses, filing reports, and giving testimony to his involvement in the Swifty robbery. In some shift of uncommon wisdom, Jones advised Chief Detective Henry Mullen that he would be late.

He held a cup of Swifty’s coffee, Jamaican mixed with Dark roast, as he approached Josie Reynolds’ desk. Rome waved politely, but kept moving to the detective’s room. Talking to her only meant asking for trouble, like more paper work.

“He wants to see you,” she said, turning away from her computer. Josie was the detectives’ secretary, a 40-something woman with short brown hair, a pointed nose, a slight scar over her left eye from a recent auto accident, and an athletic figure with large breasts she surrounded with tight sweaters. She was efficient and always to the point, but Jones still found her attractive.

Rome stopped and said, “You’ll have to be more specific.” He squinted and rubbed his eyes. He took sipped at his coffee.

“Your boss, Rome.”

“Which one?”

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Romeo Jones in Blood Ties Die, Chapter One, “Dewey Carter & The Swifty Mini-Mart Caper”

26 October 2015 Blood Ties Die

{ When it comes to fiction, crime fiction, Romeo Jones is my one ongoing creation and stubborn passion. Even I’m not sure where the character or story is going. Actually, Rome, as he likes to be called, has had many names and incarnations in the last 10 or so years. Jack Cutter. Arec Cutter. You […]

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