Yes, it’s that good ol’ startin’ it up feeling. I’ve gone through the late nights and self doubt once more, grinding out yet another story of good, not quite as good, and downright bad people running into each other like so many electrons in a supercollider. This time the book is called “Dead Set on Tuesday,” and it’s just now available on Amazon. You can actually get it for nothing by checking it out of the Amazon Lending Library, provided you have a Kindle and have purchased the Amazon Prime plan. But fear not, if you try out the plan for a month at no charge, you can still check out the book at no charge, and after all what in the WORLD is more important than getting my book, right? I’m glad you see it that way.
Okay, the crass commercialism dispensed with, allow me a few moments of the unabashedly artsy-fartsy. I first toyed with the story of “Dead Set on Tuesday” back in 1989 (holy crap!), and never forgot about it, but also never actually wrote the damn thing until very recently. I have no idea why this temporal hiccup occurred, except that I got very busy just when I would have written this as a follow-up piece to “The Proving,” which came out in 1988. But at long last, gory and bloody and mad as hell, here is the story of Homicide Detective Louie Wall, a man riddled with guilt for his own past foibles yet unable to cope terribly well with the foibles of his son, Patrick. Patrick is an addict, and a link in the chain of drug traffickers known affectionately as “The Coke Machine.” He is also among those targeted by a man bent on revenge against said machine. That man is Wagner W. Curry, or “Wags,” or “Daddy Wags,” depending on how well you know him. See, a year ago, on Fat Tuesday in New Orleans (see another recent post here) Wags was the target of a hit that was sponsored by The Coke Machine. They were just too damn uneasy because Wags knew everything about everybody in the organization, and they decided that he was a bit too dangerous to have around. So they tried to get him. They failed, and in the process created a monster with two heads. The other head was one Jackie Del Fain, a large young man — really large — born and bred in Louisiana, and full of desire for his own revenge. His reason: somebody sold cocaine to his baby sister, Cherry, and she managed to drop dead because she did too much, too fast, and it probably wasn’t the greatest shit ever purchased, anyway. So Jackie wants to kill everyone and anyone involved in the drug trade. All Wags has to do is outsmart him (not exactly the tallest of orders) and make him believe that like him, Wags is the victim of these awful people, and that together they can raise the kind of hell that makes for nightmares. Wags does this, and more. The two crusading avengers descend upon The Coke Machine in Los Angeles, killing one member, one link in the chain, each and every Tuesday. They are aiming at Fat Tuesday, the one year anniversary of the ill-conceived attempt on Wags’ life, when they plan to finish with a flourish, to say the least.
Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans… they make a nice throw rug. Things don’t exactly go according to the rules for anyone involved, and that’s where the fun is. At least for me, it is. That’s pretty much at the core of why I write fiction — because it should never go according to the rules for anybody you’re interested in. Anyway, if you feel like buying or “checking” the book out, library-style, go here you should find it. (You might have to click on “show all books,” but it’s in there.)