Clearing Out Stock for ‘Jimmy’s Nephew’

My great publisher, Stay Thirsty Press in Chicago, is having a one-day giveaway of my best-selling noir thriller, “Cooper’s Daughter,” today.

We’re clearing out the stock room to make room for “Jimmy’s Nephew,” the second book in the Rick Crane Noir Series.

Here’s a blurb from  the new book, due out in October:

I looked down at the olive-green metal trashcan in the far corner and laughed out of the corner of my mouth. Before I could look up again, Lt. Swift had crossed the six feet separating him from me and delivered a hard right across my jaw. For a few seconds, I thought I might pass out.

“That one’s gonna leave a mark, Swifty,” I said after shaking off the punch. “Too bad. Up until now, your technique’s been pretty good.”

I didn’t know if his friends called him “Swifty,” but what else would you call a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, freckled Irish cop named Sean Swift? Besides, I was pretty sure they weren’t too worried about leaving evidence of the good old-fashioned interrogation-room beating they were giving me.

 “I told you guys,” I said, giving Swifty a look that told him he hadn’t broken me yet.  “You got this all wrong.”

 It was a line they’d heard a thousand times. Adding to my troubles, I wasn’t some run-of-the-mill perp they’d picked up from a bar fight or a DWI they’d nabbed driving home from the local Kiwanis Club.

I was the lead suspect in the biggest case these two had ever had drop in their laps.

The murder of a priest.

And not just any priest.

The bishop of the Diocese of Rochester, one of the biggest Catholic communities in Upstate New York.

And right now, the best suspect they had was me.

Rick Crane.

Local private investigator with shady connections to Jimmy Ricchiati, one of Upstate New York’s biggest mob bosses.

Whether I did it or not, they were gonna make this one stick. 

“Yeah…” Swifty said, leaning over to remind me who was in charge. “How do we have it all wrong, tough guy?”

I wasn’t going to tell them.

Not now.

Not without my lawyer.

But they did have the wrong man.