Changing of the Guards is an intriguing mystery filled with murder

Changing of the Guards

Changing of the Guards is an intriguing mystery filled with murder, humor, steamy sex and a riveting plot that will keep you on the edge.

After reading this story, you will forever look at security guards in a new light.

A 350 page "who-done-it" that will keep you guessing until the end.

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Changing of the Guards tells the story of Jeff Simpson, a handsome young recruit who takes a job as a security guard at the corporate headquarters of a well-established Beverly Hills company. As a security guard, it is understood that many things in the company are hands-off, but Simpson quickly violates the no-fraternizing policy. He then falls in love and enters a hot and steamy relationship with the only high ranking female executive. Even though she is married and a mother of a young son, she continues with the secret relationship, which jeopardizes both her career and her family.

Feeling as an outcast and being the most recent hired of the security crew, Simpson is not fully prepared to handle the assorted and sometimes corrupted personalities of his fellow workers. Nor, is he prepared to face the eventual suspicion of theft and espionage when the company safe is burglarized and vital documents crucial to the National Security of the United States are stolen. But who really is the culprit? The possibilities seem infinite. In solving this mystery, the story takes the reader down a path of humor, intrigue, lust, murder and danger.

          Approximately 11:20 p.m., Simpson was contemplating whether to search for a gun or continue towards home. He turned off the main street and found the side streets to be very dark and deserted. A road desperately in need of streetlights, he thought as he drove. Suddenly, like a swooping hawk, the strange car seemed as if it came out of nowhere when it quickly sped up from behind and swerved to a stop in his path. Simpson stood on his brakes and skidded to a stop but not before crashing into its rear bumper. Irate and furious, Simpson slammed the gearshift into park and was about to leap from his car but suddenly he realized the strange vehicle was a dark Chrysler.
     “Oh, shit! Not Kilpatrick again!” he thought shoving the gearshift into reverse, but before he could turn to look out the back window, he was met with a sawed off shotgun pointing at his face and a large caliber pistol sticking in the passenger window of his car. He looked at the operators of the weapons and became paralyzed. It didn’t take him long to figure out that this was not another chance meeting with Kilpatrick and Ball.
     “Okay asshole! How about stepping out of the car!” ordered the tall heavily built man behind the shotgun.
     Simpson had never been more afraid as he was while looking up the shotgun’s barrel to the thick mustache which partially hid a long scar that stretched from the man’s left cheek down across his mouth to the right side of his chin. His white skin seemed whiter than normal, Simpson thought as he tried to make a mental record of both of the men descriptions. Simpson could not clearly make out the features of the shorter balding man who held the pistol on him, but figured that neither of them were police officers.
     “Who are you guys? I want to see some identification,” he demanded only to answered by the voice in his head.
     “Oh shit! What the fuck are you saying? This ain’t television! Get your ass out of the car before they hurt us!”
     “Get your goddamn ass out of the car now before I blow your fucking head off!” yelled the shotgun man pulling open the door.
     The pistol man quickly jetted around the car and grabbed Simpson by the arm as he was just about out of the car.
     “Wait a minute,” said Simpson pulling his arm away. “I want to know what this is all about.”
     “Somebody wants to have a few words with you,” said the pistol man.
     “Who? I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what this is all about.”
     “Oh, is that right?” said the shotgun man as he quickly and without warning raised the shotgun and crashed its wooden stock against Simpson’s temple.
     The shock and pain of the blow forced Simpson’s eyes to roll to the back of his head as a large gash opened up and gushed blood on the three of them. With the speedy unconsciousness, came sudden limpness as his body fell like a wet towel against his car and then to the pavement of the street.
     “Goddamn-mit, man!” yelled the pistol man trying to wipe the blood off his suit before it had a chance to set in. “Did you have to hit him so hard? We’ll be lucky if he ain’t dead.”
     “You know what the boss said, ‘Bring him in one way or another.’ Lets get his ass into the car,” said Scarface grabbing Simpson’s unconscious body under one arm.
     The pistol man grabbed Simpson’s other arm and they dragged him to their car and dumped him into the trunk. Looking off into the dark and quiet area around them, the two drove off satisfied they had not been seen.