first 2 chapters
Here are the first two chapters of my mystery novel ONE LAST HIT: CHAPTER 1 Looking out at a Brooklyn night can be like listening to an old blues tune: endlessly sad in a detached kind of way. That might be why I prefer classical music, especially when I'm on my perch. I feel I ought to make one thing very clear, right at the beginning: I'm no Spartan crusader. My three-room apartment on the fourth floor has a waterbed, recliner, couch, two overstuffed chairs, complete kitchen set, complete and modern entertainment center, and hot-and-cold running water. But my favorite place to sit, when I need to think or sulk, or just for those deep kind of times at night, is on my perch, a.k.a. windowsill. Sometimes I go all the way onto the fire escape landing for a more panoramic view of the street. That's where I was one night in early October, as I took slow sips of hot coffee and...