Yet another recent DOGS review

A review recently posted on AMAZON for DOGS IN THE DISTANCE

Five Stars (out of five)

Great read, great playlist

By Melina Rivera on June 21, 2015
Format: Paperback

Great read, great playlist, had me hooked from the very beginning , it was a book I didn’t wanna put down and at the same time I didn’t want It to end, lots of great imagery and character development that kept me intrigued to the last word. I highly recommend this book! Not only are the chapters short which is great but the story flows in an interesting way, it keeps you wanting more . Can’t wait to read Devils Breakfast!

DOGS playlist

A list of some of the songs directly or indirectly referred to in DOGS IN THE DISTANCE. NOW OUT IN PAPERBACK!



Stone Roses: I Wanna Be Adored
Psychedelic Furs: Pretty in Pink
Nirvana: Smells Like Teen Spirit
Sister Mercy: This Corrosion
Soundgarden: Fell on Black Days
Sex Pistols: Submission
Nine Inch Nails: Closer
Billy Idol: White Wedding
The Stooges: Gimme Danger
Joy Division: She’s Lost Control
Thom York: Black Swan
Wire: Lowdown

Of DOGS and Pirates


So, I came across someone trying to find my book for free on pirate sites. I have to say, I don’t approve of the whole stealing creative work thing unless there really is just no other way to see/read/hear whatever it is. BUT, at the same time, I was kind of thrilled somebody would go through the effort. If people have the time and interest to read DOGS IN THE DISTANCE or anything else of mine, it’s a beautiful thing. So, I guess what I’m saying to pirate person is don’t do that…but I’m kind of glad you did that.

As for the rest of you. Just buy DOGS IN THE DISTANCE already!

DOGS IN THE DISTANCE: Ice Cream and Corpses


For dessert we went to the isle of the dead. A chilly ice cream palace of bodies. The variety was almost endless. Any flavor you might like. Murder, accidental and natural. Seattle had some money. The morgue was even nice. Functional and attractive, marble floors. It was such a pleasant setting that we both wondered who it was all for. The corpse of Ronaldo was pulled out of the drawer. He had been kept at the perfect temperature. He seemed small and shriveled in spite of his youth. A man who didn’t have much presence. “You ever wonder what it would be like to be dead?” Gillian asked. “Cold” is all that I said. Gillian left it alone and farted bad burger gas. Dinner was not sitting well.

“So, what’s your theory?” I asked. “On death?” “On his death. One killer or two?” “Would you like fries with that?” he joked. It didn’t make any sense but we needed the humor. It was all that kept us from fighting. We both looked at his neck. Ronaldo had small, straight marks from where the tape had been wrapped. The killer had been none too gentle.

“Four out of five” he said. His gallery of victims had several winners. Three out of four had been executed in exactly the same way. Electrical tape and plastic bag. Death by asphyxiation in every case.

“What about ours?” I asked. “Maybe they ran out of tape. Beats the hell out of me.” At least he acknowledged that Eric was different. He had been strangled in a more classic way. Somebody held the bag against his neck with their hands. They felt him kick, struggle and gasp. Heard the funny noises come from his throat. It was a different type of experience.

Ronaldo and the others had been covered and taped. The killer probably enjoying the more detached method. They would have convulsed and twitched as the killer kept his distance. A more visual than tactile method.

I started humming a tune. Gillian didn’t get it. In fact, he was a little bit pissed. “Quit that. What’s wrong with you?” he asked. “You don’t recognize the song? It’s a tune from a kid’s show. “Which One Doesn’t Belong.” “Very funny, Asshole” he said. “Seriously, how can you fit Eric Thurman into this group, even if all the rest are connected?” I asked.

He launched into a lecture how I only looked to tear down and had nothing to offer in its place. I pointed out that the difference between tape and not was bigger than he was giving credit. It was a different thrill for the killer. A different high. Pre-planned death rituals were very specific. I admitted that four of the vics were possibly connected. But I refused to back down on Eric.

“Maybe the killer planned on using tape but somehow got interrupted.” Gillian threw out some scenarios, a few of which made sense in explaining the tape discrepancy. “Why didn’t we find any records of Eric booking a motel?” “Maybe there was somewhere private he used that time. I don’t know, Dudek. I don’t know, OK?. But I will. Don’t shoot me down before I’ve even had a chance.”

We closed the door and let Ronaldo sleep. Happy dreams, sad little bastard. Gillian’s words had hit home. I felt like a shit. Investigations take time. Gillian’s theory was worth pursuing. I fessed up to my wrongs and was all apologies. All was forgiven. At least for now. As long as I promised to fight for the cause. Until proven otherwise, Eric was a star in the making. Serial Killer Victim Number Five.