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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 +

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 +

Autumn Leaves

I pulled into the High & Dry alone that autumn evening. Words like brisk, harvest, red and gold and autumn leaves were dancing in my head. The Indian summer was finally behind us. Halloween and Jack o Lanterns were in the air. Bill the bartender nodded to me as I sat down. A cocktail napkin appeared on the bar top. “The usual,” I said. He went to work. Bill the bartender, I thought as he drew me a club soda. Bill had that look of 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 +