sneak peaks...

excerpted from chapter 15.....

.....he really would be doing the world a favor by removing Nitwit Nancy from the gene pool. Not only was the idiot endangering her children with her whimsical little car decor, she was also waving the red flag of temptation in front of predators such as himself. Right on the back of the SUV for the world to see was the entire stick figured and appropriately labeled fam damily: Nacho, Nancy and their brood, Nate, Nell and little ones Nick and Norene. On the off chance you were still unclear on just how to target them there was a stylized celtic knotted and curlicued last name of Nunez at the top of the back window. And the coup de gras? A stick figured, drop kick size Fido was at the end of the family line.

"And a little dog too. Good to know, Nancy!"

Not only was all of this information visible to strangers passing on the biways and highways, the imbecilic mother had blindly driven home and parked in the driveway for everyone to see. The least she could have done was attempt to safeguard her family by parking in her disgracefully messy garage. But no, why do that when you could take several slow trips schlepping your purchases inside, conveniently leaving the young twins in full view of any passing ne'er-do-well. And just how did he know they were twins?

"Such an astute question, I'm so glad you asked!" he sing songed to the the world at large. "You see, nitwit Nancy also has a 'Proud Mom of Twins!' bumper sticker on the left rear bumper of her gas guzzling mini-van announcing, no, FLAUNTING them to those who would enjoy their tender flesh." And in case that wasn't good enough, that bumper sticker on the opposite side read 'Proud Mom of a Student of the Month at El Monte Middle School'.   "All the better to eat you with, my dear!" he toasted her with his bottle of Evian. Oh yes, it would be too easy.

He could see the scenario now....   Nancy would be off by herself, perhaps a day at the spa. He'd be dressed in dark blue with a windbreaker and sunglasses on. Stepping purposely and authoritatively, he'd approach her in the parking lot, flashing a membership card of some sort. "Nancy Nunez?" he address her in an urgent voice, "mother of Nell?" She'd reply quickly and he'd cut her off with something like "ma'am, there's been an incident, no cause for immediate alarm, but we'll need you to come with us." By then he'd have taken her arm and be naming the local hospital while escorting her the four steps to his sedan and opening the door with a "watch your head, ma'am". She'd be in the back seat and tasered before she could do more than stammer her alarm at the thought of her brat in trouble. And just like that, another statistic would go out onto the crime waves.  Pointing his finger in her direction Ronin mouthed "Bang, you're dead."

The imagination is the spur of delights..all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by the means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise? Marquis De Sade

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to the owner of Club Network, Rochester for generously agreeing to allow me to feature CLUB NETWORK ROC CITY in chapter nine of 'The Lawyer'!

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Grace's favorite hiking spot featured in book 3, "The Doctor", coming to eBooks in the Fall of 2015.... Between the new tenant in Grace's building and her new patients, there are more than a few skeleton's in the closet.

excerpt from chapter 3.....

....Thomas Watters was royally pissed off. He and his team had quietly hacked their way through the thick brush of the isolated canyon for over two hours in the heat in order to get behind the fortified camp the DEA had identified as the main base operations for the cartel's marijuana grows in what was known as California's Emerald Triangle region. It had been a textbook execution of stealth and professionalism right up until the end. They'd been hunkered down, waiting for the go signal for no more than a few moments when the head honcho from the feds had turned into a crazy man. Apparently someone forgot to warn Mr. Desk Jockey that there were snakes in California, rattlesnakes. The idiot had not only not cleared the spot he'd burrowed into, he probably hadn't been paying attention to the distinctive smell and likely what would have been warning rattles. No doubt the sounds of the snakes had been slightly muffled since their shallow den was just below ground level, but still, how the hell did dimwits like this get so far advanced in the ranks?

Coming soon.....
     County sheriff's can be a breed unto themselves. Often jaded, these lawmen have seen humanity at its worst. Her sheriff is as gruff as they get and yet Grace Watters has always had a soft spot for her Godfather. It's a good thing the feeling is mutual, because she needs his help just as much as his office needs her property. Grace owns the tallest building in town, and it's the perfect spot for a stakeout.
     Someone has gotten away with murder and Sheriff Buford "Ford" Harlan can't let it go. Dropped off the active case board years before, the grizzled sheriff has made this one his personal project.
     Pulled from the cold case files of small town Northern California, a grizzled sheriff attempts to solve what may very well be his last caseOne Cold Case, Fall of 2014