My problem, I was trying to make him understand, was not so much that he was an evil asshole, but that he pretended otherwise. I wasn’t having much success communicating this distinction while he had his pistol barrel stuck halfway down my throat. In the back of my mind, while there was still such a thing, I wondered how an evening that had started with Main Divide Pinot Noir and pumpernickel cheese straws could end up like this.
A darkly humorous crime novel set in Auckland, New Zealand. Jules Dijkstra is an unsuccesful sculptor who turns to blackmail to get people to buy his art. Then one of his victims makes him an offer. It seems like a no-brainer, but…
This was my attempt at a commercial crime story. So, of course, hardly anyone bought it.
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