I’ve asked myself countless times why I’m fascinated enough with murder and mayhem to write three crime fiction novels about Santa Monica? Why do I feel such glee in learning the forensic details of death and dying? If I were alone in this fascination I’d...
My second mystery novel, Rip-Off, is a whodunit about Chechen organized crime set in Santa Monica, not Boston. The news unfolding in Boston has me and the rest of the world gob-smacked, as the Brits say. It may be that Chechnya in the end has nothing to do with the...
My friend Vicky Bingaman is a wildlife rehabber who takes in injured creatures, nurses them back to health, and pushes them back out into the wild. You can’t feed a Cooper’s hawk or a rat snake on cat kibble. So when I see a squirrel on the roadway who has succumbed...
I live in a mountain village in rural California and my third mystery suspense novel, Payback, is set in fictional Sierra Mountain Village, somewhat like the village where I live. But I assure you; only nice people live here in Pine Mountain Club. Nonetheless, the...
I spent this weekend as a Santa Monica resident for the first time in seven years. Interesting! Technically my new digs are across the street, the dividing line between Santa Monica and Mar Vista. Coincidentally it’s the same area that I wrote about in my second...
Men who read James Patterson won’t buy my books. I don’t write thrillers in which there’s a maniacal killer and a ticking clock, a lot of car chases, explosions, and everyone is tall, lean, and beautiful. But there’s lots of hard-boiled murder and mayhem...
