This is an excerpt from my second novel: “Them Green Hills.” Little Row who’s now 75 returns to Kentucky to be with his boyhood friend Ansil, who’s dying.
A “taco to die for” takes on a sinister meaning for a couple attending a trade show in Los Angeles.
A famous writer tries to justify the means to the end.
“Wealth my dear nephew is the deceit of perception, the harbinger of greed and the linchpin of crime. For now, let us be satisfied with the unfolding drama.”
“Truman, in this way, I might be the bane of your existence, but my attention to detail leaves very little to the imagination, or in your case, the clandestineness of your bad habits.”
An unexpected visit by a eccentric uncle turns into a crime-solving bonanza, in the case of an unsolved death of a local wealthy man, for the sheriff of a small town near Pikes Peak, Colorado.
The group moved in a determined silence. Going back was not an option. They had sold everything to make this journey. Once connected in Tucson, they would find good work and rent a small place and the children would go to school and they would eat like kings.
The Christian lived the battle before he saw it, in murky revelation, but mostly in tales from short timers — the single digit midgets and lifers who liked to play with a grunt’s head.
This is an excerpt from my new novel “The Monsters” which is a sequel to “The Mosquito Sting.” This follows Cash Carrillo and a bunch of eccentric good guys who have waged war against the Cartels.