99 Percent Kill: A Lucky Dey Thriller

by Doug Richardson

When the real enemy is closer than you think...

Lucky Dey is at it again. This time, the on-again/off-again Los Angeles County Sheriff's deputy is more willful and acerbic than he's ever been before. Awaiting his official reinstatement, Lucky accepts a one-time gig to track down the missing teenage daughter of a Midwestern millionaire.

Determined to find the girl, Lucky tangles with Tinseltown’s dark underbelly
to locate the millionaire's daughter. Winding his way through an L.A. landscape where the lights are bright, but reality can be murky and perilous, Lucky is trapped in a trafficking web, entangled with vile human predators. But bringing the girl home safely becomes more dangerous than he expects. For the first time ever, the payoff might not be worth the price.

406 pages, Paperback

Published April 25, 2016

About the author

Doug’s third grade teacher, Mrs. Dalrymple, wrote that “Doug has difficulty with authority and following instructions.”

Doug Richardson cut his teeth writing movies like DIE HARD 2, BAD BOYS, and HOSTAGE. But scratch the surface and discover he thinks there’s a killer inside all of us. His Lucky Dey books exist between the gutter and the glitter of a morally suspect landscape he calls Luckyland—aka Los Angeles—the city of Doug’s birth and where he lives with his wife, two children, four big mutts, and the dead body he’s still semi-convinced is buried in his San Fernando Valley back yard.

Want to know more?

Doug…

…once tail-hooked onto aircraft carrier U.S.S. Nimitz with a Bond Girl.

…dove for sunken treasure off the coast of Cuba (before travelling to Cuba was cool).

…miraculously hit scratch at age 50 after a lifetime of playing golf.

…was born and raised in politics, which is why he understands it… and thoroughly loathes it.

…routinely embarrasses his children by crying at the movies.

…finds pleasure in scotch. Blended or single malt. Rocks. Even better with a cigar.

…talked his way into Ronald Reagan’s office to get a fistful of jellybeans at age ten.

…believes he needn’t turn in his “man card” because he loves musical theater.