We made a swing by Goodwill this afternoon and, in anxiety over my rapidly shortening To Read list, I picked up a handful of new books. First among them is John Burdett’s Bangkok Haunts, a modern hard-boiled kind of thing where our hero is a Buddhist cop in Thailand trying to figure out the source of a gruesome snuff film. The first two sentences of that novel:
Few crimes make us fear for the evolution of our species. I am watching one right now.
Seriously, that’s a helluva start. Crooked, the noir e-zine, just decided they want to put my story “Trooper” in the next issue. Two sentences from that story:
The chop shop had torn out the radio. The wind was our music, and there was no changing the station.
I put the finishing touches on that story in a burst last Spring, but I was never sure if the ending played or not. Glad to see the guys at Crooked think it does.
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