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Robbing Peter and Paul

June 27, 2011 Leave a comment

Robbing Peter and Paul is a mystery I completed. It uses a bit more humor than most and is about 100,000 words long.

Start of Chapters 1 follows.

Chapter 1

I lie. It’s true.

I know it sounds bad, like I’m some sort of pathological case study. But it’s nothing like that. Lying is more of a philosophy. Like with Linda.

I lied to Linda, of course, but for her own good. And mostly about her brother, after the thieving idiot got himself killed.

My lying started soon after I found Ramesh and Gwen in bed—my bed. At the time the three of us co-owned a tech start-up and, unfortunately, one almost expects partners to screw each other. Alas, Gwen had been, until that instant, the love of my life.

But all that is in the past. Forgotten. We sold the business, dissolved the partnership and got rich. Two years have passed since I caught them, two years since I wised up. Before that I’d always been ‘earnest Ernie’ or ‘good old reliable, trustworthy Ernie.’ Sure I might’ve been a bit of a pain, warning them over and again that the business was about to go under, but they didn’t want to hear it. The truth only served to unite them against me.

I moved on. I developed my new philosophy and was rewarded when I met Linda, who is so stunning, so drop-dead-gorgeous, her mere presence reduces men’s speech to baby-like sounds and boing boings their eyes out of their sockets.

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Entropy. A thriller

June 27, 2011 Leave a comment

I don’t know why I chose Entropy as the title. Maybe it comes from my thermodynamic teaching assistant days–I never quite understood it. And so it is with this thriller. I started it, I got hooked and wonder what will happen next (I haven’t finished it)

Entropy

Start of Chapter 1

Kap had never seen a dead person—in or out of a morgue. “What happened?”

Bad luck.” The officer had a soft, pink face. “Must’ve run right smack into a truck.”

Kap took another look at the body, avoiding the area above the neck. In the ten years since he’d seen Psycho Mike, he’d wished him dead ten thousand times.