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 Babylon
Blues
It’s 1994, and veteran homicide detective
John Bowers teams up with his partner
Minola Raye to solve another grisly murder
in Babylon—Portland, Oregon’s fringe
district of losers and forgotten victims. Like
hungry sharks, Babylon’s riffraff feed on the
innocent and vulnerable, and only case-hardened
cops like Bowers seek justice in a system that has no
heart.
 Blue
Butterfly is the first in a series featuring Detective
John Bowers.
Tracking a call
girl's killer through Portland's sleazy sex trade, John uncovers a
police bureau prostitution ring and bags a political primetime
player with an appetite for S&M. While the cops, ME and
prosecutors touch all the bases in a job they sometimes love to
hate, the Bureau's dirty little secrets begin to unravel.
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WELCOME TO RAY BATES
MYSTERIES
Home of the Detective John Bowers Police Procedurals
Pulp fiction’s contrived shoot-outs,
split personality serial killers and neighborhood terrorists are the
bane of Detective Sgt. John Quincy Bowers, a 43 year old Bureau
veteran working the Portland homicide scene. Stepping on feminine
landmines and dogging a perp whatever the cost add up to gritty drama,
steamy sex and hands-on forensic sleuthing in the City of Roses.
 Bowers casts a big shadow. An Oregon native and former Pac Ten
lineman, he’s a stubborn, old-school cop with a street-hardened
addiction to a job he sometimes loves to hate. He’s not an alchy, not
looking for a lost meth-head daughter and not in a trauma fog from his
tour in Nam. He’s a straight-up guy, single again, no kids and no bad
habits that carry a maximum sentence. The only thing he’s recovering
from is blonde and cost him his furniture, his drift boat and his
motivation in the split. Hanging out at the Buzzard Café, a pit stop
for vets, wannabes, has-beens and New Age misfits like Bowers, he
rails at the politically correct injustice in his life while waiting
for another shitcan case.
But now John has a new partner – Betty Boop with a nine millimeter on
her hip. She’s Minola Raye, a curvy, gung-ho, New Orleans Creole who
can make a man’s middle-age crisis something to look forward to. She
drives like Evel Knievel, shuns his greasy-spoon pig-outs and
challenges his white-loaf, Boomer philosophy with the zeal of a
terrier in a tub of garter snakes as they track down the City’s A-list
killers.
John Bowers’ life on the streets is suddenly a whole lot more
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