Chris Lengquist
I see the world through an investigator's eye. Patterns emerge. Observations made. Stories built. My past leaks into my writing
Two careers. A thousand stories. One writer who finally ran out of excuses.
My writing on The Process Server Chronicles introduces you to the true(ish) stories of my years as a process server and private investigator in Washington, DC. Those years taught me to read people, document behavior, and photograph subjects in low light from a distance, skills that turned into a second career as a professional photographer.
After relocating to Kansas City I took those same skills, framing perspective and understanding human motivation, into real estate. Twenty-five years later I'm still reading people, still closing deals, and still noticing behaviors most people walk right past.
Now I'm writing it all down. Crime fiction. True stories. Hard-won real estate wisdom. Pick a lane.
Three lanes. Pick one.
Notice of Assignment
A Cal Brink Case File
Chris' first crime fiction novella.
Coming September 2026
Process Server Chronicles
True(ish) stories of my process server and private investigator past. Names, dates and locations often changed to protect privacy, and reduce liability.
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Opinions, fraud discussions and training in regard to real estate, both in Kansas City and around the nation.
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From the Cal Brink Series
Crime Fiction with a Real Estate bent
Cal Brink's First Serve
Excerpt from Master of Parking Lots
Chapter 4, in the Cal Brink Series
"I've never served a subpoena before. What's the training?" I asked.
Tommy reached into his jacket's left breast pocket, and pulled out folded papers, about three. He laid them on the table for me to pick up.
Subpoena was written right up at the top. The plaintiff was listed, as was the defendant. So was the person being required to show up at the Circuit Court for Montgomery County (6th Judicial Circuit) in ten days. The subject and the defendant were the same. It was a divorce case.
When I looked back at Tommy, I noticed there was another $50 bill on the table. "Go ahead and pick it up. When you do, it's an employment contract." Tommy finished his beer and nodded at the the front bar. "The bartender is David Miller." Tommy slid to his right, stood up and said, "I'll see you in the office tomorrow. 9:30 sharp."
"I go by Cal, by the way," I pointed out.
"I know. That was Christine calling about the 1973 Pinto."
Then I turned to watch him walk out the front door.
I looked back at the subpoena. The subject to be served was David Miller.
Truth. Fiction. Real Estate.
© 2026 Chris Writes, LLC - All Rights Reserved
A Chris Writes, LLC Publication
© 2026 Chris Writes, LLC - All Rights Reserved
A Chris Writes Publication