Lee Alvarez Speaks Out
The Protagonist of
The Alvarez Family Murder Mysteries
Hi everyone! My name is Lee and I’m a ferret. Not the cute, four-legged kind. I’m the two-legged kind, who tracks down law-breakers in the hardware, software, and intellectual property game. Along with my family, I run Discretionary Inquiries, a detective agency in the heart of Silicon Valley, specializing in cybercrimes. However, when I’m not looking, I seem to fall over dead bodies. I try not to think about it.
What I do think about is a martini, shaken, two olives, and served icy cold, especially at the end of a long day. Then I curl up and watch an old, black and white Barbara Stanwyck movie.
OMG. I just reread that. Does that sound as pathetic as I think it does? So not true. I mean, I just married best friend and love of my life, Gurn Hanson. We are simpatico. He’s a former Navy SEAL and a true blue man if ever there was one. His only competition is the other love of my life, the four-footed Tugger, better known as My Son The Cat.
Moving on. My dad, Roberto Alvarez, died unexpectedly three years ago and I still mourn his loss. He hoped I would follow in his footsteps as a detective in our family run business. I did. Of course, I have to work with the rest of my family who can drive a person mad.
Like my kid brother, Richard. He’s the head of D. I.’s Research and IT Department. He’s always giving me some new fangled piece of equipment no bigger than a matchbox to deal with. Then he gets huffy because I can’t make it work. I mean, I’m chasing down murderers in the middle of San Francisco and it’s my fault the stupid scanner doesn’t work? Something about I should have read the instructions.
Of course, there’s the blueblood in this mix, CEO and mother, Lila Hamilton Alvarez. She’s one cool, blonde goddess and a serious fashionista. The woman who gave birth to me has never had a bad hair day in her life. She can even chill a bottle of chardonnay with a single glance, while never breaking stride in her Christian Louboutin pumps. It’s a lot to live up to.
Mom has this guilt thing down to a science and tends to send me out on jobs no other self-respecting gumshoe would take. But heaven forbid I should be chasing the perp while I’m wearing navy blue with black. Then she’ll tell me to stop, go home, and change clothes. L. H. Alvarez has her priorities.
And last, but never least, is my love bucket of an uncle, Tío. Everyone should have a Tío in their lives. A retired chef, he gives unconditional love while serving up the best chimichangas in the world. And his cookies are to die for.
Whoops! Badly phrased. Because that’s what a lot of people seem to be doing in my latest adventure, Casting Call for a Corpse.
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