By DB Dakota
“To inject
himself into the governor’s race.”
Mystery/Crime
Thriller, 376 pages
Cover art
by: Pat Evans; original design by DB Dakota
Blurb:
The reporter
suspects a missing senator was cremated in the colossal oil shale smelter, and
the murderer is the operator of the plant. The reporter vanishes, captured by
one-world zoning advocates. The chief zoner is the son of the missing senator,
on the scene to get at the truth.
In a
calculated plan of revenge, the reporter shares his conspiracy research notes
with the son, proving the plant operator did indeed incinerate the senator. The
operator is tossed into the furnace by the son, avenging his father’s murder,
for he believes the reporter … no evidence of crime, just shale clinkers.
Excerpt:
Alerted at
her home the night before by Thornburgh, Dispatch copy chief Maynard was
the first employee to clock in. She gathered up the publications, carried them
inside to a hallway table and fanned them out with mastheads showing. Spotting
the Valley Gazette, she couldn’t contain her glee and placed the
paper on top, exposing the large-cap headlines:
Publisher
Monatini Stakes Fortune In Vote Grab For Governor
City Of
20K To Rise Beside Guido’s Vast Prison Complex
She didn’t
bother reading the body copy, she’d already done that. It had been on the wire
a few days earlier. But other employees, as they straggled in on their way to
their work stations, halted, read it, read it all, glowered at it, at each
other and gasped. A couple of staffers began to speculate and mutter:
“Looks like
Zoner got his wish,” was a crack from Tucker, space salesman.
“Which was?”
asked accountant Falzak.
“The ace
made it to the big-time.”
“Ha, ha, a
Western Slope tabloid?”
“Right. This
is not exactly the Inquirer,” Tucker quipped
as the two stood side by side, reading.
“His coming
out with a story in this rag sure doesn’t jibe with Mona’s
spin on what happened to him.”
“That’s
because Zoner Bergen didn’t write this.” Falzak slapped the paper.
“How can you
say that. Who, then?”
“Mona himself, he wrote it.”
“What? That
is dumb. Why?” The salesman double-checked the byline.
No comments:
Post a Comment