BESTSELLERS & BEST FRIENDS
My book publishing blog, with murder mysteries woven through it.
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I’ve not posted on this blog for nearly a week. I couldn’t. I’m busy and I’m grieving and I’m pissed, all at the same time.
Today I got the DNA results. It was Tim Cory who killed Gen.
Pat said he knew New York City’s current District Attorney. They had already talked about Gen. Pat said this District Attorney could be trusted. She was of a next generation, born after all the outrage of those paranoid Nixon years that had messed up an initial investigation and prosecution.
She had worked with the feds and was still buddy-buddy with them. And this case really pissed her off. She’d get it right, for Gen’s family, and to make sure that Cory stayed locked up for even longer.
What I wondered about is why Randy hadn’t done what I had just done. He clearly suspected that it was Cory who killed Gen.
My best guess is that if you’re going to take yourself out, you just gotta get on with it. There’s always going to be some task or project or grocery shopping or laundry to do, or somebody to talk with one last time. At some point, you just gotta draw a final line.
So Randy handed this one off to me. And he had a bit of fun with it. Knowing I’d look at my books in his loft (as I always did in every bookstore), that I too balanced my checkbook to the penny every month and would realize that my books were out of order, and that I’d get around to Freeman and his hidden codes (Randy got such a kick out of those postings in this blog). In a way, I like to think Randy’s failure to take care of this one all by himself is one hell of a compliment – he trusted me.
I’m writing this as I sit at Randy’s desk. If I’m going to continue this blog, I gotta get back to the publishing…to the safe stuff. I’m going to try.
Oh, and I’ll be taking the train up to Boston and back. I gotta get Randy’s ashes to the Boston Common.
Meanwhile, seconds ago I was going through the drawers of Randy’s desk. I flipped through a random stack of paper and holy shit, there was a letter from Bill Franks.
Dear Mr. Randy House,
I am writing to inquire if your firm has interest in securing the global license for books bound-on-the-left-for-right-handed-readers for my forthcoming biography of Albert Einstein for children.
Be assured that my Einstein biography will be far better than any other such effort on the market.
I look forward to your response.
Sincerely,
Bill Franks
That son of a bitch...
Tomorrow: Staying out of harm’s way