Military Police ﬁnds Roger Johnson slumped over the
steering wheel of his Mercedes Benz, a bullet hole in his head. State Senator
Leroy Johnson wants swift justice for the murder of his son. The military turns
the case over to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Special Agent Ward
promises Senator Johnson he will ﬁnd the murderer.
Big Bobby Sanders drank too much the night of the murder.
Lost in a blackout when the murder occurs and unable to prove his alibi, DNA
evidence put him in jail for killing his friend. An exotic dancer knows the truth. She gets
forced out of town after telling her story to attorney Zachariah Zambroski.
Under pressure by Agent Ward to
close the case, Zambroski convinces Sanders to plead guilty to avoid the death
penalty. In prison he befriends a man who ultimately introduces him to the
lovely Nicole Anderson, a former dancer who ﬁghts to free him.
“UNKNOWN INNOCENCE is a riveting tale that transcends genres. It’s a mystery and a thriller, with a love story woven through its fabric.” Introduction to UNKNOWN INNOCENCE by Jeffrey P. Frye, author of “ONE CRAZY DAY,” Murder Slim Press (www.murderslimpress.com).
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When I pulled in front of his rundown, Georgian Revival style house, with a hipped roof, panel door, and yellow gutters, I noticed curtains and drapes covering all windows. That made me feel uneasy, so I popped the hood and then got out to tinker with the breather for a moment, slammed the hood and walked to the trunk. That is where I kept lots of money and drugs that other dope fiends and thugs drooled at when seeing. Many of whom I knew would take it from me if given the opportunity. I stashed more money inside a secret hiding spot I made. Then I walked around the car, stopping to tap on each tire so I appeared to be checking their inflation. I hid the trunk key inside the fender well, on top of the rear tire, away from view of those inside. Then I eased toward the front door of the house. The Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd played on a sound system. I knocked. Leonard opened the door ….
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EBook sales of my published works surpassed paperback sales in 2016. 2017 looks to be the same for eBooks. I have already sold more eBooks, so I delayed doing another paperback until I complete other short stories to combine into a collection.
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FICTION CRIME SERIES IN PROCESS: “Drug Store Spree” is the first of my GUNS, DRUGS & THUGS fiction crime series. I’m working on the second short story now. GUNS, DRUGS & THUGS: PILLS & THRILLS begins with more violence than I normally write. Some readers commented on the violence in UNKNOWN INNOCENCE. This series will make it read like a love story in comparison.
[Postponed] The tentative completion date for “Pills & Thrills” is postponed until a later date. Read on for a peek into both short stories.
I wrote Drug Store Spree based upon real life experiences. Because of Son of Sam laws that prevents people from making a profit by selling a book or movie written about a crime they committed, I made a few minor changes to convert it into fiction. The setting is in Georgia, 1978.
Most of what I write in the rest of the series will be fiction with truth woven through its fabric, whereas Drug Store Spree is truth containing fiction.
The following is an excerpt from my latest:
GUNS, DRUGS & THUGS: DRUG STORE SPREE
“I wasn’t what some Americans called poor, white trash, but I never lived a lavish lifestyle. I did stay in some nice Hotels fucking and getting high. Anyway, my lack of funds prevented me from legally paying for what I wanted to shoot. I tried selling drugs but became my best customer. That’s how I justified taking them from drug stores, even at the risk of losing my life. I thought of robbing banks but from the way I saw it, if I robbed a bank, I would buy drugs with the money, so I robbed drug stores to shorten the process. I know that wasn’t good thinking.
“Truthfully, I know it was downright stupid for me to do what I did, and that doing so made me a predator, but I didn’t care about anything except getting high and playing god with guns. Every time I picked one up, which I did everyday while living the thug life, I knew I risked being killed by cops or by someone being a hero. On the other side of the equation, due to the life I lived, I risked being killed if I didn’t have a gun. I was sick and dangerous because my mind was burnt out from weeks without sleep and food, along with being sizzled from doing so many drugs. Most of my nutrition came from drinking chocolate milk because of only being able to eat a bite or two of a hamburger or other solid foods. When I began playing chemist by mixing preludins with cocaine, I became more insane; not exactly a high point in my life, per se, though high was how I stayed. Paranoia ran rampant inside my mind. With me carrying loaded weapons, Preludins and Paranoia were not a good mix. I did not hesitate to pull a gun on anyone acting suspicious. I stuck a gun in one man’s face for reaching in his pocket. I thought he may be going for a knife to try robbing me. He needed his cigarette lighter to cook pills. I felt so embarrassed that I gave him a free shot of dope. Paranoia saved me from harm, too. I’ll show how later.”
The following excerpt is a revised online version of the original manuscript. Please leave comment if you want to see this completed.
GUNS, DRUGS & THUGS: PILLS & THRILLS
Salazar gripped the steering wheel to stop his hands from trembling. The cargo meant life in prison if found. They couldn’t stand a shakedown. He whispered, “Don’t move. Here he comes.”
Officer Barge shined his flashlight in the rear window of the minivan, rented on a stolen credit card, before he edged toward the front of the vehicle. His right hand rested on the handle of a .40 caliber Glock.
Kager laid motionless in the fetal position to avoid detection; his finger rested on the trigger guard of his Desert Eagle .44 Auto mag. The projectile of the chambered round would disfigure steel or destroy any living organism it contacted. An old military tarpaulin covered his long-limbed, sinewy body and chiseled face. His face tightened as he held his breath when the light illuminated the van.
Officer Barge stood five feet from the door on the driver’s side. “Turn off the engine and roll down your window.”
Salazar obeyed. “What did I do wrong, Officer?”
“You failed to use your turn signal at that last intersection. I need to see your driver’s license and insurance card.”
“My wallet’s in the glove compartment.”
He moved closer to the window. “Do you have any weapons, drugs, or anything in the vehicle that I should know about?”
“No, Sir.” His heart pounded inside its cavity.
“Open it and get your wallet.”
Droplets of sweat gathered on Salazar’s forehead. “Yes, Sir.” His hands jittered when he reached to open the glove compartment. He remembered leaving his wallet at home. For a couple of seconds, he fumbled with the warranty and other papers. “It’s not in here. I must have left it at home.”
Kager wrapped his finger around the trigger.
“Step out of the vehicle, please.”
Before he could open the door, Kager slid from under the tarpaulin and fired through the window. BOOM! BOOM!
The first shot whizzed by Barge’s head. The second one ripped through his left shoulder, obliterating bone, cartilage and muscle tissue. The impact of the projective spun his body as he crashed to the ground. Blood gushed from the gaping wound. He grunted as he rolled over to un-holster his gun.
Salazar covered both ears with his hands. The blasts had made them ring. He whirled around to face Kager. “What the f***, man, you–“
Kager sprang to the front seat and shoved him to the side. “Move,” he said.
Salazar fell against the dash as more rounds from the Desert Eagle exploded in rapid succession.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! All three projectiles ripped through Barge’s body before his gun cleared its holster; two struck him in the chest, the other in the stomach.
“Shot, a, a cop. You shot a f****** cop. We’re f***** for sure.” Sweat poured from every sweat gland in his body.
Kager jumped out of the van to make sure the cop was dead. Assured that he was, he turned to face his crime partner. Damn, I gotta shoot him too. He’ll tell on me if we get caught. I’ve got to do it. Not now, though. I’ll do it later. “Let’s go,” he said, as he climbed back into the van. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here and ditch this van before someone identifies us or his backup arrives. We can’t afford to loose all these pills.”
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