Five Moves of Doom
By A.J. Devlin
Hired by local mixed martial arts trainer Elijah Lennox to find a missing UFC Championship belt, pro-wrestler PI “Hammerhead” Jed must extract answers from the tight-knit MMA community. Still consuming his weight in banana milkshakes, Jed ventures into a world of jewel thieves, ... Read more
Hired by local mixed martial arts trainer Elijah Lennox to find a missing UFC Championship belt, pro-wrestler PI “Hammerhead” Jed must extract answers from the tight-knit MMA community. Still consuming his weight in banana milkshakes, Jed ventures into a world of jewel thieves, bodybuilders, eccentric yoga enthusiasts, and adorable baby goats. As he infiltrates an exclusive and unique no-holds-barred fight club, Jed might just find himself down for the count …
Five Moves of Doom is a high-altitude and high-attitude entry in A. J. Devlin’s award-winning mystery series, one that finds its hero pushed to his absolute limit, relying on his closest allies to survive, and making choices he never thought he’d have to make.
A.J. Devlin grew up in Greater Vancouver before moving to Southern California where he earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts in Screenwriting from Chapman University and a Master of Fine Arts in Screenwriting from The American Film Institute. After working as a screenwriter in Hollywood, he moved back home to Port Moody, BC, where he now lives with his wife and two children.
Cobra Clutch, the first book in the "Hammerhead" Jed professional wrestling mystery-comedy series, was released in spring 2018 and nominated for a Lefty Award for Best Debut Mystery and won the 2019 Crime Writers of Canada Arthur Ellis Award for Best First Novel. The sequel, Rolling Thunder, was released in spring 2020 and was featured in the Vancouver Sun, The Province, The Globe and Mail, Kirkus Reviews, and Library Journal, and on CBC The Next Chapter.
The third book in the series, Five Moves of Doom, will be published in fall 2022. For more information on A.J. and his books, please visit ajdevlin.com.
Youhave a couple of options when you answer the door wearing nothing but askin-tight pair of André the Giant boxer briefs before being arrested formurder.
ONE: You accept what’s happening andfully embrace your shame.
TWO: Youman up and rock those undergarments with the same aplomb James Bond would whilesipping vodka martinis (shaken, not stirred) at a no-limit baccarat table inthe Casino de Monte-Carlo.
I attempted to pulloff the latter and tried to puff out my hairy chest, which was suddenly itchyas hell. I also quickly realized my torso was long overdue for a trim.
“BurtReynolds on a bearskin rug ain’t got nothing on you, Big Guy. And while I’msure a bunch of tabloids will duke it out for the privilege of splashing thisiconic pose all over the cover of a future issue, I’d hardly call that bulgethe Eighth Wonder of the World. ”
Vancouver Police DepartmentHomicide Detective Constable Rya Shepard, flanked by two uniformed officers,tugged on the lapels of her tan pantsuit blazer before nodding toward my junkand rolling her eyes.
“Hello, Rya. You seem chipper. ” Igrabbed a T-shirt and pair of track pants on the banister beside me and slippedthem on faster than it takes a piece of weakened two-by-four western red cedarto break in half over my forehead after winning a wrestling match.
“DetectiveShepard?” asked one of the uniformed officers beside the woman I had long lovedwith feelings I had never shared.
Rya sighed audibly beforelooking downwards. “Cuff him. ”
One of the cops struttedforward, yanked my wrists behind my back, and handcuffed me while his partnerpulled a laminated card from a pouch on his police duty belt and proceeded toread aloud my rights. “John Edward Ounstead, AKA “Hammerhead” Jed Ounstead. Youare hereby under arrest for the murder of—”
I couldn’t takeit anymore. “What the hell, Rya?!?”
“Don’t make this anyharder than it has to be,” she said, hanging her head.
Iclenched my jaw as Officer Tweedle-Dumb snapped on the metal restraints.
“Thisisn’t a heel turn, Detective. You know me. I’m not a murderer. ”
Ryacrossed her arms and finally looked me in the eye. “I hope you’re right, Jed. ”
“Hope?What happened to trust?”
She turned her back to me. “Take himaway,” she said softly to the officers.