Strike Three You're Dead - R. D. Rosen - ebook

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R. D. Rosen

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A slugger struggles with an empty ballpark and a murdered teammate. The Providence Jewels, an American League expansion team, have been taking a beating all season. Worse, relief pitcher Rudy Furth has just suffered a beating of a more lethal kind - and been left to die in the clubhouse whirlpool among whispers of mob corruption and violently lovesick fans. When the police investigation stalls, veteran Providence center fielder Harvey Blissberg, who knew Furth as well as anyone, decides to play detective. While trying to keep his eye on the ball, and his head above water with the spunky, beautiful sports newscaster Mickey Slavin, Blissberg quietly stalks Furth's killer through major-league locker rooms and the dark streets of Rhode Island's capital city. Lots of ballplayers keep their batting averages above .300 - but how many have chased a murderer at the same time? Winner of the 1985 Edgar Award for Best First Novel.

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Contents

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About the Book

About the Author

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

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About the Book

A slugger struggles with an empty ballpark and a murdered teammate.

The Providence Jewels, an American League expansion team, have been taking a beating all season. Worse, relief pitcher Rudy Furth has just suffered a beating of a more lethal kind - and been left to die in the clubhouse whirlpool among whispers of mob corruption and violently lovesick fans. When the police investigation stalls, veteran Providence center fielder Harvey Blissberg, who knew Furth as well as anyone, decides to play detective.

While trying to keep his eye on the ball, and his head above water with the spunky, beautiful sports newscaster Mickey Slavin, Blissberg quietly stalks Furth’s killer through major-league locker rooms and the dark streets of Rhode Island’s capital city. Lots of ballplayers keep their batting averages above .300 - but how many have chased a murderer at the same time?

Winner of the 1985 Edgar Award for Best First Novel

About the Author

R. D. Rosen’s career as a writer has spanned mystery novels, narrative nonfiction, humor books, and television. Strike Three You’re Dead, the first in Rosen’s series featuring major league baseball player Harvey Blissberg, won the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best First Novel in 1985. Blissberg’s adventures continued in four sequels, including Fadeaway and Saturday Night Dead, which drew on Rosen’s stint as a writer for “Saturday Night Live.”

Strike Three You’re Dead

A Harvey Blissberg Mystery

R. D. Rosen

 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

In memory of Ann Hall

Introduction

Owner and President: Marshall Levy

Manager: Felix Shalhoub

Public Relations Director: Buzzy Stanfill

Stadium: Rankle Park (seating capacity—37,000)

Colors: Emerald green, black, and white

Coaching Staff

Timothy Bayman, pitching coach

Anthony Cantalupa, third base coach

Campy Strulowitz, first base coach and batting instructor

Arky Bentz, trainer

Duncan Frye, clubhouse manager

ROSTER

No. Name, Position, Age, Birthplace

14 BATTLE, Cleavon IF 29 Bakersfield, CA

49 BLISSBERG, Harvey OF 30 Boston, MA

6 BYERS, Lester IF 33 Syracuse, NY

15 CHARNESS, David C-OF 23 Cloquet, MN

10 EPPICH, Randall C 26 Allentown, PA

22 HOSMER, Robert OF 21 Spanish Fork, UT

12 LUGO, Luis IF 22 Fajardo, P.R.

9 MANOMAITIS, Charles IF 24 Fairlee, VT

7 PENZENIK, Charles IF 24 Sacramento, CA

3 RAPP, John OF 29 Pueblo, CO

11 SALTA, Rodney IF 25 Cali, Colombia

19 SMITH, Clyde C 34 Belleville, IL

25 STILES, Richard OF 29 Lima, OH

8 VEDRINE, Angel IF 23 Barquisimeto, Venezuela

24 WILTON, Steven OF 27 Bessemer, AL

Pitchers

17 VAN AUKEN, Daniel LHP 26 New Britain, CT

39 CROP, Stanley RHP 25 Rosenberg, TX

29 FURTH, Rudolph LHP 28 Palmyra, WI

40 MARLETTE, Marcus RHP 25 Lumpkin, GA

48 O’DONNELL, John RHP 24 Cambridge, MD

32 OTHER, Donald LHP 31 Moline, IL

55 POTTER-LAWN, Andrew LHP 26 Bishop’s Stortford, England

50 STORELLA, Edward RHP 22 Manhattan, KA

52 WAGNER, Robert RHP 27 Roanoke, VA

34 WEATHERHEAD, James LHP 22 Los Angeles, CA

IT’S WHEN YOU’RE GOING good that they throw at your head.

Harvey Blissberg had been starting center fielder for the Boston Red Sox for five seasons, had two years left on a new three-year contract, and had just engaged the services of an interior decorator for his recently acquired Back Bay condominium when the team abruptly left him unprotected in the expansion draft over the winter. As a direct result of this insult, he became the property of the Providence Jewels, the latest addition to the American League Eastern Division. At an age when most of his contemporaries were winning their first big promotions, Harvey was obliged to pick himself up and start over with a team composed largely of cast-offs, players of proven mediocrity, and a few arrogant rookies thrown in just to remind him that, as far as baseball was concerned, he was no longer a young man.

Last year, with the Red Sox, he had considered himself in his prime. Now he felt like someone detained at the border before being allowed to pass over into the rest of his life.

Providence, Rhode Island, looked like a place you ended up when they kicked you out of everywhere else. It was too small and not nervous enough to be a city, as Harvey understood the term, but it was too big to be anything else. It seemed to consist entirely of outskirts—a sad city where a Mercedes or a tuxedo was as incongruous as a camellia bush in a vacant lot. At night, the streets of Providence were as empty as Rankle Park’s upper deck on any game day.

Actually, the lower grandstands were never that crowded either. The Jewels’ aging brick and concrete home, built in the twenties and enlarged a few times for a succession of short-lived minor league teams, dominated a drab neighborhood that discouraged traffic, let alone baseball fans. With its odd assortment of gray facades, turrets, and archways, Rankle Park resembled a rusting battleship docked among shoe factories, textile mills, and warehouses whose tenants had migrated in the seventies to the more congenial Sun Belt.

The fans weren’t the only ones who thought they deserved better. When visiting clubs first saw the park, the players tended to react with the polite dismay of people invited to dinner at a house that hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. The proposed new stadium outside town didn’t look as though it would materialize for another two years, if at all. That the team playing in so tarnished a setting was called the Jewels was an irony seldom lost on the sports-writers who fought for elbow room in the battered press box over home plate. Still, there was logic to the name: the team’s owner and president, Marshall Levy, was the founder of Pro-Gem, the biggest costume jewelry concern in a state that had the biggest costume jewelry industry in the country. Levy had ignored the argument that “Jewels” was an unfortunate name for the team of a town where most of the gems were phony.

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