Underhanded, Excerpt #2

The Boom,
Oklahoma City

I don’t know why, but I felt anxious about making my proposal to Brian and Davis. Brian joined us at the table a moment later, squeezing my shoulder affectionately and giving Davis a smooch on the cheek, which seemed to embarrass him.

“So tell us what’s going on with Josh,” Brian said to Ren as he sat next to Davis.

“Wait,” Davis interrupted. “Could someone please tell me who we’re talking about?”

“Josh Hayes. He’s the only child of our neighbors to the south at the new house on Castle Row,” Ren started. “He’s thirteen years old, but tall and thin for his age. We’ve only recently discovered his dad was an abusive drunk and used to beat him and his mother. Josh has gotten attached to Terry and has been hanging out with him while he’s been working on renovations.”

While he was explaining, I swiped through some photos on my phone and found one of Josh I’d taken recently. “Here he is,” I said, and passed my phone over to Brian and Davis.

“I can see why you’re worried. He’s gorgeous. Are you sure he doesn’t just have a crush on you? Maybe you should recruit him, if he isn’t already inclined our way,” Davis said with a wink. I stiffened in my seat.

“Maybe you should shut the fuck up, Davis,” Brian said harshly just as a server stepped up to the table.

“Well,” Boom Boom Becky drawled, “fancy seeing you here,” she said lightly to Brian and Davis. “What can I get you boys to drink?”

“I’ll have a Corona, dressed, and I’d like to buy Davy here a strip of duct tape to cover his mouth so he’ll think about what he’s saying before he says it,” I told her.

An awkward silence fell, while my face and Davis’ flushed red; mine in anger and his in embarrassment. His eyes shot to Brian, pleading for help. Brian shook his head.

“Don’t look at me, sweetheart. You’re on your own with this one,” he said, unsympathetically. Then he turned to Becky. “We’ll have another round of the same from the front bar, Becky.”

“And you, sir?” she said to Ren.

“I’ll have a double-tall Crown and soda, please. And can we get some menus?” Ren’s tone was deliberately calm and soothing.

“Sure thing. I’ll be back with your drinks in a moment.”

“Look. Um. Terry, I’m really sorry. I was just making light of the situation,” Davis started, “which I can see was a mistake. I apologize. It won’t happen again, I promise,” his words trailed off and his puppy-dog eyes begged for forgiveness.

“Don’t believe him, Terry,” Brian said in a stage whisper. “With him it’s like a recipe. Open mouth, insert foot, chew vigorously. He has it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Brian,” Davis shot back angrily and stood up. “I’m gonna get some air,” he said, stomping toward the exit to the enclosed patio.

“That wasn’t necessary, Brian,” I told him. He shrugged.

“Maybe not, but I’ve found he pays more attention to the message when it’s delivered with a four-by-four upside the head. Don’t worry, he’ll cool off in a few minutes.”

“Everything okay here, guys?” Boom Boom asked as she delivered our drinks and set menus on the table. “I noticed the boy storm off to the patio with a five-gallon bucket of pissed-off hanging over his head.”

“He’s fine. He’ll be back,” Brian assured.

“If you say so. Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order,” she answered. Then she stuck a strip of duct tape to the edge of the table by me and whispered, “Just in case.” She winked, then turned away to tend to another table.

“So what’s the rest of the story about Josh,” Brian asked Ren. Ren gave him the basic outline, minus the gory details, saying only that Josh’s parents had been found murdered and apparently Josh had run away.

“No wonder you were so upset,” Brian said to me. “Where do you think he’ll go?” I took a pull from my beer before answering.

“As far as we know, his only living relative is his paternal grandmother, but she lives in California. If he tries to go there, he’ll likely get a bus ticket or try to hitchhike,” I told him. Looking at Ren, I added, “But I’m sure Ren and Detective Masters have a plan to locate him, right?”

“Yeah, this isn’t new territory for Ajax. He’s putting all that in motion while we’re having dinner.”

I grabbed Davis’ drink and stood. “I’ll be back in a minute,” I told them and headed toward the patio. Outside, Davis was sitting on a low concrete bench, trying unsuccessfully to disengage politely from a couple of old queens who were intent on chatting him up.

As I approached, I called his name to get his attention. When he turned his head in my direction, so did the two queens.

“You left your drink,” I said lightly, handing it to him, then drew him to his feet with a light touch on his elbow. “Come on, we’re about to order dinner,” I told him. The two queens glared at me like chicken hawks who’d been deprived of their dinner. I smiled at them and nodded in greeting. “Excuse us, please,” I said then led Davis back inside.

“Terry, I really am sorry,” he started.

“I know, kid. Me, too. Let’s put it behind us, okay? I don’t want things to be awkward between us, for Brian’s sake,” I replied, patting him on the back.

“Neither do I,” he agreed. “The one thing I told Brian before we came here is that I was worried you wouldn’t like me, and practically the first thing I do is piss you off. I’m afraid I’ve not made a good impression. I’m not usually such an ass hat, Terry. I hope you’ll give me another chance.”

“Listen, Davis, it’s okay, really. I over-reacted anyway, mainly because I’m worried about Josh. But I do like you and a simple argument isn’t going to frame our friendship, especially now that you’re with Brian. Okay?” He nodded.

“Yeah, okay. I appreciate that. Now I know why Brian looks up to you so much. You’re a very kind man.” I was a little surprised by his statement, but didn’t comment on it.

“It’s settled, then. Come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

Mid-September Ramblings

For such a happy-go-lucky guy, why do I feel the need to make my novels explore the darker side of humanity? I’ve never personally felt the desire nor inclination to do any of the things my antagonists do, but the depth of their depravity fascinates me.

Malefactor was darker beyond my wildest expectations with its depiction of human cruelty towards animals—and people. The story virtually wrote itself in a matter of three weeks in Feb/Mar 2016. Rewrites and editing took almost 7 times that long, but it was eventually released in late August that same year.

While writing the sequel, Transgressor, I had to put it away for several months after the first four to six chapters, before I could take up the story again. It was also too dark and twisted. The result was a better product compared to Malefactor, or so I’ve been told. Unfortunately, sales indicate otherwise.

So here I am, working on Underhanded, the third book in the Ren Gifford Mysteries. I had great intentions of making this book less gruesome and more lighthearted. First lesson learned: Great intentions get upstaged by harsh reality.

When only a couple of chapters in, I found fault in some of my story assumptions which resulted in a lot of internet research. That, in turn, led to significant rewrites. Now I’m closing in on chapter five, having removed at least two characters and reduced the presence of two more. It was getting crowded in there!

However, I’m going to resist the urge to rush the process and plod along at my own pace. I’m not as prolific as some authors we love. (Not to mention any names, but Connie Suttle, Connie Suttle, Connie Suttle—to name a few of my favorites).

Thus, the second lesson learned: Detective fiction requires facts that can be corroborated; fantasy does not.

That bears repeating. Detective fiction requires facts that can be proven, which means I have to research what I’m writing about to avoid looking like an idiot. Fantasy, on the other hand, is at the complete mercy of its creator. I’m not saying fantasy is any easier to write, because it certainly takes a much more vivid imagination than I have.

Third lesson learned: There may be a change in genres (and writing styles) in my future… Just sayin’. (Call me lame, call me lazy, just don’t call me late for dinner.)

In the meantime, I hope you’ve enjoyed the first two books and will be patient for the third. It’s a time-consuming process for me, but I want it to be the best story I can produce, for me—and you.


Underhanded, Excerpt #1

Terry Franklin
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

The blood curdling scream from the back yard jump-started my adrenaline. I rushed to the patio door and turned on the floodlight just in time to see the neighbor’s son, Josh, disappear through a broken section of stockade fence.

What the hell?

I opened the door and called, “Josh? What’s wrong, buddy?”

After a moment with no response from Josh, I closed the door and turned off the floodlight. It was after ten and time to go home. I put away the staining materials I’d been working with, washed my hands and then pulled my phone from a pocket to call Ren and let him know I was about to leave. That’s when a text came through from Josh.

There’s a hand, or something, in the rubble of the swimming pool! Go look. I ain’t joshin’. Deep end, where the crew was breaking it up today. Scared me to death!

StrawBomb (Working Title)

Ren Gifford Mysteries, Book 3

An idea I’ve been kicking around for book three is taking form.

StrawBomb is a term used by the antagonist, referring to “strawberry-blond bombshells.”

A series of youths, aged 10 to 16, began disappearing in the Oklahoma City metro area years ago. The only obvious similarities among them, aside from their age range, is that they are all strawberry-blond and orphaned—or rejected by their families—and unlikely to be missed.

Until Ren Gifford gets involved.

An investigation that delves into pedophilia, sex trafficking and child pornography paves an intense path for Ren through the painful childhood experiences of abuse, neglect and rejection suffered by the victims.

This will offer insight into his relationship with Beau, how he met and fell in love with Terry and how Connie became his straight.

There is a lot to fit into this, but I think it’s time to flesh out the main characters’ backgrounds.

I had a brainstorm with this tonight and there is a lot I haven’t included, but the story is already writing itself in my mind.

What do you think?

About Excerpts

Excerpts come from the book in progress, not the finished product. If you read some of the older excerpts, you may find them significantly changed or eliminated when the book is published.

Not to worry! The final book will be much better than the excerpts, I promise!

As for a release date, it’s looking like mid-July now. I’m waiting on a couple of beta readers to finish (working on draft 8 now!) and the cover to be produced. Then, of course, Connie will have the last read before I send the book to press. I doubt she’ll have time to do that until she finishes her current book in progress, MindRogue.


Transgressor Excerpt – June 2, 2017

Aboard the Adelaide II

Mack raised his glass once more. “Here’s to smooth seas, good friends and dead enemies,” he toasted.

“Here, here,” we echoed.

As Alejandro gathered the cups and Crown and led Glen off the bridge, Mack put a hand on my shoulder to get my attention. I turned to see genuine concern in his eyes.

“Russ, one more thing you need to consider.” I nodded. “Since I received that anonymous email, you can be certain the others remaining on board did, too. They may not respond the same way I did.”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “But I don’t plan to confide anything to the others, and I’d prefer you didn’t, either. Help me keep an eye on them?” He nodded. “You know them better than I do, since you’ve worked with them before. I trust your judgment.”

Transgressor Book Blurb

The text message read:

Call me in two minutes, Warren,

or you’ll be dead in three. –M

Six months after successfully out-maneuvering the Malefactor, Private Investigator Ren Gifford is sucked back into M’s vortex of evil manipulation. Despite the Malefactor’s promise to leave Ren and company alone, he ultimately refuses to accept defeat. As a result, Ren and Terry, along with Russ, Alex and Glen, find themselves in another battle of wits to survive.

M coerces former accomplices, including Warren Millpond, to assist in his quest to destroy Ren. With vast wealth and resources at his command, M believes he is invincible. Ren, however, is not without resources of his own. New friendships spring from old, and Ren finds support in powerful new allies. The battle for survival has begun.


Revenge is a dish best served cold–

but who will be the victor to set the table?

Transgressor Excerpt – May 24, 2017

Aboard the Adelaide II
En Route to Hawai’i

JT and Kat appeared content to let sleeping dogs lie, as it were. Mack was another story. His mood darkened and his demeanor toward me turned hyper-professional since the boarding incident, and he spent most his time alone on the bridge. I’ve known Mack a long time and I trust him. I decided it was time to give him the background that precipitated these events.

“Mack, Mack. Russ,” I said over the radio.

“Go ahead, Captain.”

“When will we reach New Caledonia?”

“Less than a day at present speed, sir.”

Damn. I didn’t want to wait that long before talking with him. I decided to break my own rule.

Picking up the nearest intercom phone, I dialed our cabin. Glen answered.

“Captain’s cabin.”

“Put Alejandro on, please.”

After a moment of shuffling, Alejandro said, “Hey, what’s up?”

“I need you to go by the bar and grab a bottle of Crown and four cups; chasers if you want. Meet me on the bridge, and bring Glen.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Alejandro wondered aloud.

“We need to bring Mack in on what’s happening to us, and I don’t want to wait until we get to Noumea,” I explained, then replaced the handset and headed toward the bridge. I was only a moment ahead of Alejandro and Glen.

Mack sat hunched over the computer console and looked surprised when we entered.

“Hey, Captain,” he started, then saw the whiskey in Alejandro’s hand. “Huh,” he grunted. “I take it we’re about to have the conversation.” I nodded. “It’s about time, Russ. I was worried,” but he sounded more relieved than worried.

Transgressor Excerpt – May 15, 2017


When I awoke in the early evening, Ren was practically attached to me, so tight was his spoon. Spoonin’ leads to forkin’ flew randomly through my mind and I couldn’t suppress a chuckle.

I didn’t want to wake him, but I needed to pee, so I attempted to slip out from under the blankets.

“Finally awake, eh?” he said with a huge yawn.

“Yeah. I’ll be right back,” I said as I padded to the bathroom. Before I could finish, he’d followed me into the bathroom and started the shower.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up and then get something to eat. I’m starving,” he demanded.

Fifteen minutes later, clean and refreshed, we made our entrance in the aft bar. Everyone was there, except Mack, who was no doubt at his usual station on the bridge.

“Sooo,” Russ filled the silence. “I guess you two have had a good romp.” His smile was genuine, even though he was teasing.