Category: New Book

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The day the video was released, the site’s Web servers got sluggish a few times but they never crashed. Doug had seen to that. The video was released on a Monday morning so the story would dominate the entire week’s news, and probably the next week’s. Doug had seen to that, too. He knew it...

Chapter Twenty-Seven

She kept telling herself she was OK. She could do this. Everything was OK. Breathe. She had thought about it (a lot) and had conducted little silent arguments with herself, as well as with the man who used to be her husband. You want to run off and do whatever you want, like no one...

Chapter Twenty-Six

The business was not how the average person who was not in the business would imagine it. Sheila wouldn’t understand, that was for sure. She never did. Certainly, he hadn’t really understood how it all worked before he became a part of it. People don’t really know what they don’t really know is how he...

Chapter Twenty-Five

When news of Marty Erndel’s debauched poker game leaked, initially on an Internet celebrity gossip site and subsequently, almost instantly, onto the Web feeds of “legitimate” news organizations, the gentlemen whose lives were about to be ruined dealt with the developing calamity in one of three ways. Peterphile (and others) denied that beneath the Toy...

Chapter Twenty-Four

Monroe couldn’t remember what he was supposed to ask Lia about, but he knew it was something important, important enough for him to remember that he had forgotten something. “Damn,” he announced to her back, as she stood at his kitchen counter, slicing a lemon into perfect quarters, “this weed is strong.” “For sure,” Lia...

Chapter Twenty-Three

“No, that’s not going to happen right now. I love you. Goodbye,” Lia Chang mumbled into her phone. She shook her head. “No, Monroe. Not at Planetary Pictures. Goodbye. I love you…Because. I told you. Goodbye.” She hung up. Monroe was Lia Chang’s boyfriend. At least that’s how she viewed their relationship. She didn’t envision...

Chapter Twenty-Two

The investigator’s report, neatly collated and stapled, and hand-signed by Ed Keen, with his detective’s license number typed below and embossed with a notary’s seal, looked official and convincing. If you read it carefully, which Sheila Harvey had done twice, in one sitting, you wouldn’t be inclined to argue with its findings. There were copies...

Chapter Twenty-One

Ted Denenberg hadn’t wanted to take this meeting. He had all the ideas he needed. He wasn’t looking. But a friend of a friend knew his friend, Cohen, who another friend, Freeman, knew from shul (until Cohen stopped going a few months back) and who Freeman thought could be coaxed back into the congregation with...

Chapter Twenty

Doug Bishop loved to ride his bicycle around Hollywood, on Sunset Boulevard, and Melrose, and Thai Town and Little Armenia. He considered the activity a kind of window shopping, although he seldom had any inclination to buy the clothes and used tires and garden supplies he saw on his perambulations. Doug was window shopping for...

Chapter Nineteen

He found his center. He inhaled until he no longer could. He exhaled slowly through his nose. And although he knew nothing had changed, that he was still Ross Newman, working actor, to everyone else he was no longer Ross Newman. When he stepped from behind the scrim and into the lights, the man they...