A Glance at Chapter 12

“Slow down, Virgil!” yelled Red. “We don’t need the cops pulling us over.”

Virgil sped out of the parking lot, recklessly navigating the van up the winding mountain road.

Virgil smiled, exposing his missing teeth. “Geez, Red, you whine like a little girl.”

The van started to shake violently. Virgil looked in the side-view mirror just as the left rear tire broke loose and bounced across the road. Sparks flew and the smell of hot metal and asphalt permeated the van. The van swerved. Virgil fought to keep control, but it was too late. The van flipped and rolled down the side of the mountain, landing upside down. A large tree stopped it from plummeting down the steep hill.


On August 20, I had the pleasure of reading from my new book, Hands Across The Grave , at Lit Up Orange County in Tustin, CA., with fellow authors Stewart Hoffman, Carl Vonderau. The event was hosted by the talented Madeline Tigue Margarita.

It is a great event for readers and writers. This event is held on the 3rd Tuesday of the month, 7-9 pm, at the Cafe Bars and Coffee in Old Town Tustin.


Hands Across The Grave: A Glance At Chapter 25

Anna Gallo arrived at the coroner’s office the next day. She grabbed the attention of every man in the office. She was tall and slender, with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her olive complexion was flawless. She wore a red jumpsuit covered in bright multicolored butterflies. A pair of black patent leather sling heels completed her outfit.

A Small Glance at Chapter 4

The hedge across the street from the Riley house had become his regular hiding place. James’ daughter and son-in-law arrived with the older couple that had picked them up at the airport. He watched them unload their luggage from the trunk, confirming where they would be staying.

Once James was in the house, he started to climb out of the hedge. He stopped when the black Shelby parked in front of his hiding place. He thought it was safe to move when the driver started to walk across the street, but then the driver returned to the car.

Startled, he stepped back into the hedge, causing a rustling sound. The driver walked closer, staring into the hedge.

He held his breath; his heart was beating so hard it felt like it would explode.

It was at that moment that he heard the distinct howling of cats fighting. The two cats ran through the hedge, ran past the driver, and continued running down the street.

The driver shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

Now, he had never been a fan of cats, but those stupid cats had just saved his butt. He decided it was time to get out of there. He had all the info he needed for now.