The Greeks of Beaubien Street
Suzanne Jenkins
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 147931174X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Warning: this novel contains a graphic depiction of rape.
Nestled below the skyline of Detroit you'll find Greektown, a few short blocks of colorful bliss, warm people and Greek food. In spite of growing up immersed in the safety of her family and their rich culture, Jill Zannos doesn't fit in. A Detroit homicide detective, she manages to keep one foot planted firmly in the traditions started by her grandparents, while the other navigates the most devastated neighborhoods in the city she can't help but love. She is a no nonsense workaholic with no girlfriends, an odd boyfriend who refuses to grow up, and an uncanny intuition, inherited from her mystic grandmother that acts as her secret weapon to crime solving success. Her story winds around tales of her family and their secret laden history, while she investigates the most despicable murder of her career. The Greeks of Beaubien Street is a modern tale of a family grounded in old world, sometimes archaic, tradition as they seek acceptance in American society. They could be any nationality, but they are Greek.
The Princess of Greektown continues the saga of the Zannos family.
Our Love Go? His thick black hair, pulled back into a tight ponytail flew in the wind. He loved Detroit, and was never happier than when he tooled around town in his unmarked car. When he was with friends and family who moved west, some time was always spent defending why he stayed in town. He loved being close to the water, the grittiness of the city, the huge mansions that were slowly being reclaimed. He loved the Eastern Market, Greektown, the Wayne State campus. His dream of buying a vacation
restaurants all over town. However, Albert was in a relationship with no children. The city was full of single parents raising children on the lowest incomes in the county. A discount grocery store might mean the difference between a meal and hunger. He pulled off Interstate 94. The area was a no-man’s land of cracked concrete parking lots surrounding vacant factories and retail stores, burned out gas stations, and abandoned cars. It never recovered from the ‘67 riots. As he drove toward
off that case. “I’m really doing the piece for you,” he said. “A gift of thanks, for putting up with me.” He squeezed her hand. “What are you talking about? If anyone puts up with anyone, you put up with me. I’m grateful to you, too.” They walked the rest of the way in silence, aware that they had just had a moment in their relationship. Neither Jill nor Alex were easy to be with. Getting dressed was simple because Jill had two standard outfits: white shirts with long sleeves that she rolled
style. But because she had been with Mike, we didn’t know what to think. “We went to Greektown. I couldn’t believe it when I found her there. I almost didn’t recognize her. The look on her face, well, she was shocked, to put it mildly. ‘Daddy?’ she said.” Jacob laughed. Jill could picture the scene, the young woman caught by her perverted father, because she had seen it in a vision. The realization gave Jill goosebumps. Mike Ahmed would be the next person she would visit that day. Dana’s funeral
she does, we’ll leave.” The waiter came over and took their order, but Dawn didn’t have much of an appetite. These people were her parent’s contemporaries. What was she thinking when she started up with this guy old enough to be her dad? She thought of how he was in bed, how his penis was flaccid and stayed that way unless he took something. His back had more hair on it than his head did. He moaned and groaned when he got up out of bed, and she thought he was dying when they had to climb the