burden.
“That’s no rabbit,” Harvey said as he turned to me, his eyes narrowing.
That cigar-band ring was lucky one last time.
LOU ALLIN is the author of the Belle Palmer Mystery series set in Northern Ontario. Now living on Vancouver Island with her border collies and mini-poodle, she is working on a new series where the rainforest meets the sea. That Dog Won’t Hunt is her first title in the new Rapid Reads series from Orca’s Raven Books imprint.
RAPID READS
The following is an excerpt from
another exciting Rapid Reads novel,
The Way It Works by William Kowalski.
978-1-55469-367-2 $9.95 pb
Can Walter Davis succeed when the odds are
stacked against him?
Walter Davis is young, handsome, intelligent and
personable. He is also homeless. The medical
expenses that came with his mother's unsuccessful
battle with cancer have left him destitute. When he
meets the girl of his dreams, his situation gets even
more complicated. Trying to impress a girlfriend
when you have no fixed address proves difficult.
And when he's caught in a lie, she shuns his company.
Only resilience, ingenuity and his drive to succeed
can bring Walter back from the brink of despair.
CHAPTER ONE
Y ou probably think you can tell if someone is homeless just by looking at them. But you’re wrong. You can’t. Because not every homeless person looks like a bum. Take it from me. I’m an expert. Nothing in this world is as it seems.
Look at that guy over there. The one in the brown uniform, unloading boxes from the delivery truck. He looks clean. He has a job. Maybe not a great one, but it’s a job. How much you think he makes? Minimum wage. Maybe a dollar more.
Well, you can’t make it on minimum anymore. Not in this city.
So how does he get by? Maybe he lives with his parents. Maybe his wife has a job too. Or maybe he washed his face and hair in the bathroom of a McDonald’s this morning. Maybe he sleeps in the back of his truck. You just don’t know.
Here’s another one. A well-dressed white lady, sitting on that bench over there. She’s got a skirt suit and high heels on. There’s a nice purse in her lap. She’s all dainty, the way she eats out of that plastic container. Her pinky sticks out like she’s at a tea party. You look at her and you think, Rich . Or at least comfortable.
But wait a minute. If she’s so comfortable, why is she just sitting there on a bench downtown at nine thirty in the morning? Could be she’s just killing time. Or maybe she has nowhere else to go. Maybe those clothes are the only nice things she owns. Maybe she got that food out of a trash can, and she’s trying to make it last, because she doesn’t know where her next meal is coming from.
Or take this guy, now. A young, light-skinned black man. Maybe twenty-one, twenty-two years old, clean-cut, in good shape. Not a bad-looking guy. A little on the short side. He’s wearing a beautiful suit and carrying a nice briefcase. His shoes are so shiny they hurt your eyes. He’s bopping along the sidewalk like he owns the place. Full of self-confidence. A spring in his step. Looks like nothing can stop him. Like he’s on his way to take over the world.
You would never know that this well-dressed young man slept in his car last night. Or that he can only afford to eat once a day. Or that he’s been trying to get a job for the last six months, but no one will hire him.
How do I know all this?
Because that young black man is me.
I’m Walter Davis. I’m twenty years old. My moms and I moved to this city about a year ago. We didn’t know anybody here. But there was lots of opportunity. Moms was already trained as a paralegal, and I was going to community college. This city was supposed to be a new start for us. A brand-new life. The beginning of something better.
And for a while, it was.
Things started out great. Moms got a job at an important law firm. She had to work hard, but the money was worth it. It was the first professional job she ever had.
“That’s no rabbit,” Harvey said as he turned to me, his eyes narrowing.
That cigar-band ring was lucky one last time.
LOU ALLIN is the author of the Belle Palmer Mystery series set in Northern Ontario. Now living on Vancouver Island with her border collies and mini-poodle, she is working on a new series where the rainforest meets the sea. That Dog Won’t Hunt is her first title in the new Rapid Reads series from Orca’s Raven Books imprint.
RAPID READS
The following is an excerpt from
another exciting Rapid Reads novel,
The Way It Works by William Kowalski.
978-1-55469-367-2 $9.95 pb
Can Walter Davis succeed when the odds are
stacked against him?
Walter Davis is young, handsome, intelligent and
personable. He is also homeless. The medical
expenses that came with his mother's unsuccessful
battle with cancer have left him destitute. When he
meets the girl of his dreams, his situation gets even
more complicated. Trying to impress a girlfriend
when you have no fixed address proves difficult.
And when he's caught in a lie, she shuns his company.
Only resilience, ingenuity and his drive to succeed
can bring Walter back from the brink of despair.
CHAPTER ONE
Y ou probably think you can tell if someone is homeless just by looking at them. But you’re wrong. You can’t. Because not every homeless person looks like a bum. Take it from me. I’m an expert. Nothing in this world is as it seems.
Look at that guy over there. The one in the brown uniform, unloading boxes from the delivery truck. He looks clean. He has a job. Maybe not a great one, but it’s a job. How much you think he makes? Minimum wage. Maybe a dollar more.
Well, you can’t make it on minimum anymore. Not in this city.
So how does he get by? Maybe he lives with his parents. Maybe his wife has a job too. Or maybe he washed his face and hair in the bathroom of a McDonald’s this morning. Maybe he sleeps in the back of his truck. You just don’t know.
Here’s another one. A well-dressed white lady, sitting on that bench over there. She’s got a skirt suit and high heels on. There’s a nice purse in her lap. She’s all dainty, the way she eats out of that plastic container. Her pinky sticks out like she’s at a tea party. You look at her and you think, Rich . Or at least comfortable.
But wait a minute. If she’s so comfortable, why is she just sitting there on a bench downtown at nine thirty in the morning? Could be she’s just killing time. Or maybe she has nowhere else to go. Maybe those clothes are the only nice things she owns. Maybe she got that food out of a trash can, and she’s trying to make it last, because she doesn’t know where her next meal is coming from.
Or take this guy, now. A young, light-skinned black man. Maybe twenty-one, twenty-two years old, clean-cut, in good shape. Not a bad-looking guy. A little on the short side. He’s wearing a beautiful suit and carrying a nice briefcase. His shoes are so shiny they hurt your eyes. He’s bopping along the sidewalk like he owns the place. Full of self-confidence. A spring in his step. Looks like nothing can stop him. Like he’s on his way to take over the world.
You would never know that this well-dressed young man slept in his car last night. Or that he can only afford to eat once a day. Or that he’s been trying to get a job for the last six months, but no one will hire him.
How do I know all this?
Because that young black man is me.
I’m Walter Davis. I’m twenty years old. My moms and I moved to this city about a year ago. We didn’t know anybody here. But there was lots of opportunity. Moms was already trained as a paralegal, and I was going to community college. This city was supposed to be a new start for us. A brand-new life. The beginning of something better.
And for a while, it was.
Things started out great. Moms got a job at an important law firm. She had to work hard, but the money was worth it. It was the first professional job she ever had.
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