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The Autumn of our Discontent

My flight swooped in over the San Gabriel Mts. at a little past four that afternoon. We glided over the flat LA basin, kissed the tops of the high rise buildings bordering the 405 and dropped into John Wayne Airport. The whole area was in the middle of a heat wave. Ninety degrees in the middle of October. As dry as a bone and as dangerous as a tinderbox. Christ. It was turning into the Kalahari Desert. And you tell me there’s no such thing Read More +

An Afternoon At Sal’s Place

An excerpt from my novel in progress, Love In A Dying World Determined to do something good in this world before I left it, I called and arranged a meeting with Wickerman. When I arrived at his place an hour later, the storm had finally broken. A wonderfully jig saw puzzle sort of day was unfolding along the coast. “Right on,” Wickerman said when I explained about Benjamin and what his band of protestors had planned. Wickerman’s squinty eyes were sparkling. I never mentioned that Read More +

South on Pacific Coast Highway-Five Chapter Sample

One   The first moment of awareness came with a gasp. I bolted upright and found the white paneled walls of a small bedroom closing in around me. A collection of cat figurines littered the distressed, mauve-colored dresser. Dried floral arrangements were scattered here and there around the room. A woman lay face down under the sheets next to me. So who the hell was she and how had we met? My mind was racing wildly for answers When the chintz curtains rustled in a Read More +

A Friday Night

I stepped into the High & Dry about six o’clock that Friday evening, wondering who had dreamed this up. The weekend escape. The cycle of the moon drawn and quartered into its four portions, with a couple of days left over to forget. The laughter and tinkling of glasses quickened my heart the minute I walked in through the door. The chimes of our species true destiny were calling up ahead. A doll, perhaps, or some old friends and a hi ho. Like Christmas, everywhere Read More +

It’s Good To Be Dead

Hard to believe it’s been over three years since all those murders went down. Even harder to believe that Vanderhof basically walked, but he did. As he had said, that’s why they have attorneys, my friend—in his case, a stable of them, high priced, ruthless and feasting on technicalities. Once those boys blew a hole in the handling of the DNA, the case fell apart and the judge had no choice but to let Vanderhof off, at least when it came to Connie McPherson’s death. Read More +