Light weekend. Must be the rain.
San Francisco police officer Sam McGowan hasn't even been retired for a full day when his obnoxious landlord takes a lethal fall from the top of his building. The city wants to call it a suicide, but McGowan knows that can't be true – not least because everyone in the building had a motive.
Jump is a standalone. A departure from his Cape Weathers series, the latest of which, Greasing The Pinata won the Left at Left Coast Crime this year.
Also, because I'm going to shamelessly plug this thing until Doomsday, he's got a story in Uncage Me coming out in July. It's a book. Of short stories. You know, an anthology.
I really need to work on this whole promotion thing.
Laura Levine signs Killer Cruise at The Mystery Bookstore at 3:00. I know nothing about this novel beyond the fact that there is a cat on the cover. And that the main character's name is Jaine.
I will go no further with that train of thought. But if you're into that sort of thing... well, you probably wouldn't be here reading this, now would you?
However, Ms Levine used to write ad copy and episodes of sitcoms in the 70's. The Jeffersons, The Bob Newhart Show, Three's Company. She may have created Mister Furley, I don't know.
However, she did create Count Chocula cereal.
Count Chocula, people. Count Fucking Chocula.
How cool is that? Count Chocula. Damn.
So go buy her book.