Its Ash Wednesday, and all Tommy Palmer wants to do is enjoy his drink at Billy Friscos jazz club and listen to some great American tunes. Carla is on stage, Billys girl, and man, can she sing. The pouring rain outside only makes Tommy, her biggest fan more inclined to stay, until a soaking wet getaway driver tumbles in the front door. Turns out, Danny Devlin is deadshot at a botched post office robbery. Billy hired an amateur driver who abandoned the crew. Now, Billys in hot water, and Tommy is a witness to his guilt. Due to Billys bad hire, hes ordered to kill the driver plus a prostitute who wont keep her mouth shut about her johns. But Billys no killer. Hes just a dim bulb among the casino glitz. However, it looks like Billy will do anything to keep his club and his reputation, even resort to murder. He and Tommy werent meant to be enemies; it just sort of happened, all because of a stormy night and some jazz. All bets are off in Atlantic City as a club owner turns butcher and Tommy decides there are some things a guy just doesnt do.
The Good Seats is a primer on how an NFL official might be bribed. Tommy Palmer, an ex-cop and self-employed security man in Waikiki, flies to mid-winter Philadelphia to help his childhood pal, Jitterbug, accused of murder. The victim was a bag man for a Philly crime family and was holding 150K in cash. The bad guys want the money back from Jitterbug and the police want him in jail. Amid a rich portrait of working class Philadelphia and the excitement of big time football, Tommy Palmer puts his life on the line for his friend. That's the kind of guy Tommy is. HEADER PROMOTIONAL LINE FOR BACK COVER TOMMY PALMER IS A LIFETIME EAGLES' FAN. HE NEVER DREAMED GOING TO A GAME WOULD BE HAZARDOUS TO HIS HEALTH!
At first, I hesitated to put two stories in one book. Their only connection is combat. Camp Boardwalk in 1945. Ice in Vietnam 1967. Camp Boardwalk is about men recovering from their wounds and celebrating the end of WWII. With the breakout of peace, what will their futures bring? Ice is a small part of an exhausting war that ended April, 1976, during the infamous helicopter exits. All the main characters are military. There are exceptions for cops and crooks in one book. Women in both. The author’s intention is to provide the reader the opportunity to participate in the main events of 1945 and 1967. As often in his stories there are no heroes: just good guys and bad guys bumping against one another on jungle trails or city streets, discovering themselves, and facing life’s difficulties. How they survive is their story and now yours.
Mother’s Day is not a panorama of the decades-long effort, but a brief moment, a close-up of a long and tragic conflict that reveals the immediate in five soldiers’ existence; staying alive, staying dry, getting through the day, the night, the next day, the next night—and the boring and rare terrifying events during a year in-country. The reader experiences adapting to life in a free-fire zone among caustic veterans, the fear produced by baptism of fire, and the terrifying incident of a deadly ambush. Also, the readers will endure the survival pipeline from initial medevac to aid stations, field hospitals, and finally, far away from the conflict, in modern military hospitals.
In the winter of 1993, Don Neworth, international dead-beat, and Ruth Cohen, infamous double agent, are having a stand-off on the snow and ice-covered stairs that lead up/down the famous HolmenKollen Ski Jump in Oslo, Normandy. They are not there to sight-see. She wears gloves. Don doesn’t. To Don, that’s not fair. Ruth is an undercover Hamas operator passing herself off as Mossad, the Israeli FBI. Don is a newshound who wants the big story so he can return to the USA in an explosion of literary fame instead of being a guy who dodged the Vietnam draft, drinks too much, and is always, always on the make. They met in Frankfort where Don worked for Stars & Stripes, Europe. He was covering an anti-Semitic incident involving him and she was posing as a member of the Mossad. Ruth’s extraordinarily beauty mesmerized Don into forgetting his quest for the big story. Maybe, he should have guessed something was wrong after the third time she drugged him and set him up ala Lee Harvey Oswald, “Deranged American Newsman Blows Up Oslo Accords.” He’d take the blame for the explosion that was designed to wipe out the Arab and Jewish peace negotiators. Don, in spite of his avowed cowardice, reluctantly tries to save their lives by driving them in a beat-up taxi with a blown-out windshield, through a snowstorm, dodging Uzi bullets, playing bumper tag at high speeds, and hiding in the famous Vigeland Park. All of which leads to the two antagonists’ rendezvous on the icy ski jump stairs. Really, it would only be fair it he had gloves too. Maybe he can take hers after she’s dead.
Its Ash Wednesday, and all Tommy Palmer wants to do is enjoy his drink at Billy Friscos jazz club and listen to some great American tunes. Carla is on stage, Billys girl, and man, can she sing. The pouring rain outside only makes Tommy, her biggest fan more inclined to stay, until a soaking wet getaway driver tumbles in the front door. Turns out, Danny Devlin is deadshot at a botched post office robbery. Billy hired an amateur driver who abandoned the crew. Now, Billys in hot water, and Tommy is a witness to his guilt. Due to Billys bad hire, hes ordered to kill the driver plus a prostitute who wont keep her mouth shut about her johns. But Billys no killer. Hes just a dim bulb among the casino glitz. However, it looks like Billy will do anything to keep his club and his reputation, even resort to murder. He and Tommy werent meant to be enemies; it just sort of happened, all because of a stormy night and some jazz. All bets are off in Atlantic City as a club owner turns butcher and Tommy decides there are some things a guy just doesnt do.
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