Guest Post: John Lansing, author of DEAD IS DEAD

I’m always pleased and honored when authors take time out of their busy schedules to stop by The Book Diva’s Reads. Today, I’m pleased to host a visit by the author of the soon to be published Dead is Dead and a host of other fine books, John Lansing. Mr. Lansing will be discussing his top ten list of authors he reads in the crime/thriller genre. You’ll probably be adding a few of these to your TBR list.




One of the most important things someone who wants to write a Crime/Thriller can do for themselves is to read work by the best authors in the genre. And if what you’re shooting for is to write a series, it’s a great help to read the first book the author penned, to see how he or she introduced their protagonist.

I always follow up by reading the next few books in the series to see how the author summarizes the first book. It’s a delicate balance. There has to be enough information so that each title can operate as a stand-alone, but still give the reader an understanding of the franchise. But, too much becomes repetitive and can bog down the new narrative line. 
There’s nothing more exciting to me than finding a new author that peaks my interest. Speaks to my crime/thriller voracious appetite, and keeps me glued to the page. Then I know I can happily look forward to reading their entire library. 

This is my top ten list. Writers that I revisit time and time again. Let me know if they work for you.



1. Raymond Chandler. He’s a grand master and reads like a comfortable, old, black and white movie. Start with The Big Sleep and you’re off and running.

2. Dashiell Hammett. Another major blast from the past. The Maltese Falcon is a perfect starting point.

3. Michael Connelly. Started out as a court reporter and became one of the best crime writers in the business. The Black Echo was his first. And it helps to read him in order. You get more depth out of Hieronymus “Harry” Bosch, his detective. I’m rereading The Black Echo as we speak.

4. James Lee Burke. I’ll use the word brilliant. Very intense, but always worth the read. The Neon Rain is the first of his famous Dave Robicheaux Novels.

5. Dennis Lehane. A Drink Before the War was his first. This writer can do no wrong.

6. John Sandford. Lighter fare, but totally addictive and well constructed. His first novel was Rules of Prey. I just reread the book last week, and it keeps me going back for more.

7. Ian Rankin. A Scottish Author that makes Edinburgh his stomping grounds. The first in his Inspector Rebus Series is Knots & Crosses. Fine crime fiction.

8. Walter Mosley. Blond Faith is the first of his Easy Rawlins Mysteries. Tons of fun. And a history of LA from a black perspective. He’s a terrific writer.

9. Robert Crais and his Elvis Cole/Joe pike novels. The Monkeys’ Raincoat is his first. His protagonist Elvis Cole is a glib detective who’s easy to spend time with.

10. Jo Nesbo. I just finished his entire Detective Harry Hole Series. Start with The Bat, and you’ll be downloading his books and losing sleep in the process.


Okay, there are more on my list, but I think these will keep you busy for a while. I hope you enjoy.


John



Dead is Dead by John Lansing 
ISBN: 9781501147562 (paperback) 
ISBN: 9781501143564 (ebook)
ASIN: B0191YI6GA (Kindle edition)
Publisher: May 30, 2016
Publication date:  Gallery Books/Karen Hunter Publishing

From the “pulse pounding” (Kirkus Reviews) writer of TV hit Walker, Texas Ranger comes a riveting Hollywood thriller that will keep you captivated until the shocking conclusion.

Retired Inspector Jack Bertolino gets his first taste of the erratic nature of Hollywood when A-list producer, George Litton, options one of Jack’s recent cases for a film.

Jack is engaged as the film’s technical advisor, which stars It Girl Susan Blake. But more importantly, he’s on hand to keep a protective eye on Susan, who’s being harassed by a disturbing cyber-stalker.

But that’s not all that starts to turn Jack’s world upside-down. When a five-year-old girl is shot dead in her family’s living room, just blocks from where the movie is being filmed, Jack realizes there are threads connecting the movie, the murder, a brutal gang of brothers, and a terrifying body count.

Will Jack be able to find justice for the young girl and keep Susan safe? Or will this be his last and fatal trip to Hollywood?



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John Lansing, started his career as an actor in New York City. He spent a year at the Royale Theatre performing the lead in the Broadway production of “Grease,” before putting together a rock ‘n’ roll band and playing the iconic club CBGB.

John closed up his Tribeca loft and headed for the West coast where he landed a co-starring role in George Lucas’ “More American Graffiti,” and guest-starred on numerous television shows.

During his fifteen-year writing career, Lansing wrote and produced “Walker Texas Ranger,” co-wrote two CBS Movies of the Week, and co-executive produced the ABC series “Scoundrels.”

John’s first book was Good Cop Bad Money, a true crime tome he co-wrote with former NYPD Inspector Glen Morisano.

The Devil’s Necktie, his first Jack Bertolino novel, became a bestseller on Barnes & Noble and hit #1 in Amazon’s Kindle store in the Crime Fiction genre. Jack Bertolino returns in John’s latest novel, Dead Is Dead, the third book in his detective series.

A native of Long Island, John now resides in Los Angeles.


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Guest Author Post and Giveaway: John Lansing – THE TEST

It is always a pleasure to host a visit from authors to the Book Diva’s Reads. Today, I’m pleased to turn the blog over to John Lansing, author of The Test. Mr. Lansing will be discussing his writing process.



Writers and Authors
by John Lansing

A question I’m frequently asked is how I deal with writer’s block. I resist answering the question because I’m afraid it will jinx my own process. But, in all honesty, it’s not a condition I suffer. And it’s not because I have a never-ending supply of ideas. It’s because if I go blank, I rewrite. 

The best way to stave off empty page syndrome is to write every day. It’s amazing how just the act of sitting down at your favorite space, and reading yesterday’s work, can spark the imagination. Characters start giving you clues. A future set piece might come out of a line of dialogue, or a plot twist you didn’t know existed, or a new story element that surprises you. 

To me, that’s one of the most exciting elements of the writing process. When you open yourself up to being truly surprised by something one of your character says, or going where an unexplored event takes you. You have to stay light on your feet, and if you’re working with an outline, be ready to make an unexpected turn and just burn the 
road map. 

Nothing is set in stone until your published book is sitting on a shelf, or on your Kindle, or Nook. 

Walter Mosley stresses the need for sitting down every day and writing. Most successful authors do. You drink water every day to survive. Mosley thinks it should be the same with writing. It increases your focus and helps you push past your own limits. 

On one of my more difficult days, writing my most recent thriller, Blond Cargo, I was a bit lost and sat in front of my computer ruminating on an action sequence that was upcoming. Instead of pushing ahead, I started rewriting another scene in the book where one of my characters was invited to a gala event at the Westin Bonaventure Hotel. 

It was a seemingly innocuous invitation from a character trying to placate and diffuse the anger of another character. When I wrote the scene, I had no intention of visiting the hotel, or including the gala in my book; it was just a transitional statement. A slight-of-hand to shift focus. 

It took awhile for the reality to dawn on me, but that invitation turned out to be a perfect solution to tying up at least five separate story lines. I ended up using the Gala at the Bonaventure Hotel for my finale. 

For two months I was sure it was going to occur at another location, a walled compound in Orange County, but I went with flow and my manuscript was improved by it. I was blocked on another scene and by pushing through, and digging deep; it changed the story for the better.



Meet the author:

John Lansing started his career as an actor in New York City. He spent a year at the Royale Theatre playing the lead in the Broadway production of “Grease.” He then landed a co-starring role in George Lucas’ “More American Graffiti,” and guest-starred on numerous television shows. During his fifteen-year writing career, Lansing wrote and produced “Walker Texas Ranger,” co-wrote two CBS Movies of the Week, and he also co-executive produced the ABC series “Scoundrels.” John’s first book was Good Cop, Bad Money, a true crime tome with former NYPD Inspector Glen Morisano. The Devil’s Necktie was his first novel. Blond Cargo is the next book in the Jack Bertolino series. A native of Long Island, John now resides in Los Angeles.


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The Test by John Lansing
ISBN: 9780989835244 (ebook)
ASIN: B00ON4JH2Q (Kindle edition)
Publisher: Tatra Press
Publication date: November 1, 2014


A coming-of-age story set in 1950s, small-town Long Island, at time when suburban America is about to undergo  seismic societal changes. With this backdrop, a teenage boy falls in love with one of the town’s few black girls, a relationship that has repercussions leading to permanent transformations for the couple–and for the town.












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Book Showcase & Giveaway: BLOND CARGO by John Lansing

Blond Cargo
by John Lansing

Book Blast on October 7th

on Tour at October 8 – November 30, 2014



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Genre: Mystery/Thriller


Series: Jack Bertolino, 2nd


* Blond Cargo does include some graphic violence.


Published by: Karen Hunter


Publication Date:  10/20/2014


Number of Pages:  320


ISBN: 9781476795515 


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Synopsis:

“A pulse-pounding thriller with a charming protagonist” (Kirkus Reviews), this gripping ebook continues the story that began in The Devil’s Necktie.

Jack Bertolino’s son, Chris, was the victim of a brutal murder attempt and Vincent Cardona, a mafia boss, provided information that helped Jack take down the perpetrator of the crime. Jack accepted the favor knowing there’d be blowback. In Blond Cargo the mobster’s daughter has gone missing and Cardona turned in his chit. Jack discovers that the young, blond, mafia princess has been kidnapped and imprisoned while rich, politically connected men negotiate her value as a sex slave.

A sizzling whodunit for fans of James Patterson and Patricia Cornwell, Blond Cargo taps into the real-life crime world to deliver a thrilling, action-packed story that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the explosive, unprecedented finale.



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Jack carried a Subway turkey sandwich, a tall unsweetened iced coffee, a bottle of water, and a smile as he keyed the security gate that led to the dock in Marina del Rey where his boat was moored. The marina was always quiet during the week. Just the way he liked it.

He stopped to admire his twenty-eight feet of heaven before stepping onto his boat’s transom and then. . .

“Yo, Mr. B.”

Jack never forgot a voice, which explained his reluctance to turn around.
“Yo, yo, Mr. B.”

Miserably persistent, Jack thought. He turned to face Peter Maniacci, who was dressed head-to-toe in black. With his outstretched arms draped over the chain-link fence, Peter looked like an Italian scarecrow. The black circles under his eyes belied his youth. The sharp points of his sideburns, his boots, and the .38 hanging lazily from a shoulder holster added menace to his goofy grin.

So close, Jack thought. His only worry that day had been whether to eat his sandwich dockside or out on the Pacific with a view of the Santa Monica Pier.

“How you doing, Peter?”

“How you doin’?”

Jack let out a labored sigh. “We could do this all day. What’s up?”

“That’s funny, Mr. B. How’s the boy? How’s his pitching arm?”

Jack’s face tightened. He wasn’t happy that Peter knew any of his son’s particulars. When he didn’t answer, Peter continued.

“Hey, nice boat. I used to fish for fluke off the north shore. Long Island. I think I must be in the wrong business.”

“Count on it,” Jack said. “What can I do for you?”

“My boss was wondering if you could spare a few minutes of your time.”

As if on cue, a black Town Car materialized behind Peter and came to a smooth, silent stop. The car rose visibly when Peter’s boss, a thick, broad-shouldered man, stepped out of the rear seat.

Vincent Cardona. Expensive suit, the body of a defensive linebacker—fleshy but muscled. Dark, penetrating eyes. Cardona looked in both directions before leveling his feral gaze on Jack. An attempt at a smile fell short of the mark. A thick manila envelope was tucked under one beefy arm.

Jack had been aware there would be some form of payback due for information Cardona had provided on Arturo Delgado, the man responsible for the attempted murder of his son. He just didn’t think it would come due this quickly. He opened the locked gate and let the big man follow him down the dock toward his used Cutwater cabin cruiser.

As Peter stood sentry in front of the Lincoln Town Car, Jack allowed the devil entry to his little piece of paradise.

“How’s your boy? How’s the pitching arm?” Vincent asked bluntly. Just a reminder of why he was there.

“On the mend.” Jack gestured to one of two canvas deck chairs in the open cockpit of the boat. Both men sat in silence as Jack waited for Cardona to explain the reason for his visit.

Jack wasn’t comfortable with Cardona’s talking about Chris, but the big man had taken it upon himself to station Peter outside Saint John’s Health Center while his son was drifting between life and death. Cardona’s enforcer had scared off Delgado, and that might have saved his son’s life. The unsolicited good deed was greatly appreciated by Jack. The debt weighed heavily.

“It rips your heart out when your children have problems and you can’t do nothing to help,” Cardona said with the raspy wheeze of a man who had abused cigars, drugs, booze, and fatty sausage for most of his life.

“What can I do for you?” Jack asked, not wanting to prolong the impromptu meeting.

Cardona, unfazed by Jack’s brusqueness, answered by pulling out a picture and handing it to Jack.

“Angelica Marie Cardona. She’s my girl. My only. My angel. Her mother died giving birth. I didn’t have the heart to re-up. I raised her by myself.”

Mobster with a heart of gold. Right, Jack thought. But Cardona’s wife must have been a stunner because Angelica, blond, early twenties, with flawless skin and gray-green eyes, didn’t get her good looks from her father. Cardona’s gift was her self-assured attitude, which all but leaped off the photograph.

“Beautiful.”

Jack Bertolino, master of the understatement, he thought.

“And doesn’t she know it. Too much so for her own good. You make mistakes, my line of business. Whatever.”

“What can I do for you, Vincent?” Jack said, dialing back the attitude.

Cardona tracked a seagull soaring overhead with his heavy-lidded eyes and rubbed the stubble on his jaw.

Jack would have paid good money to change places with the gull.

“I shoulda never moved out here. L.A. I’m a black-socks- on-the-beach kinda guy. East Coast all the way. Never fit in. But I’m a good earner and the powers that be decided they were happy with the arrangement. Everyone was happy except Angelica and me.”

“She turned thirteen, didn’t wanna have nothing to do with her old man. Turned iceberg cold. I tried everything— private schools, horses, ballet, therapy, live-in help; nothin’ worked. She closed up tighter than a drum. I finally threatened to send her to the nuns.”

“How did that work out?”

“I’m fuckin’ sitting here, aren’t I? On this fuckin’ dinghy . . . no offense meant,” he said, trying to cover, but the flash of anger told the real story. “I hear you’re an independent contractor now.”

It was Tommy Aronsohn, his old friend and ex–district attorney, who had set him up with his PI’s license and first client, Lawrence Weller and NCI Corp. But Jack Bertolino and Associates, Private Investigation, still didn’t come trippingly off his tongue.

And thinking of the disaster up north, he said, “We’ll see how that goes.”

“This is the point. I haven’t seen my daughter in close to a month. Haven’t heard word one since around the time your son was laid up in Saint John’s,” he said. Reminder number two. “It’s killing me,” he continued. “I’m getting a fuckin’ ulcer. Then this.”

Cardona pulled out the L.A. Times with the front-page spread reporting on the woman who had died when her boat crashed on the rocks at Paradise Cove. As it turned out, a second woman down in Orange County had washed up on the beach a few weeks earlier at the Terranea resort, scaring the joy out of newlyweds taking photos at sunset. Talk about twisted memories, Jack thought. As if marriage wasn’t tough enough. He’d already read both articles with his morning coffee and hadn’t bought into the pattern the reporter inferred.

“And the connection?”

“I got a bad feeling is all. She’s never disappeared like this before—not for this long anyway,” he said, amending his statement. “And then. . .” Cardona said, waving the newspaper like it was on fire. “It says here they were both blonds. Both about Angelica’s age. They could be fuckin’ cousins. Could be nothing.”

“Did you file a missing-persons report?”

Cardona gave him a hard side eye. “Jack, don’t fuck with me. We take care of our own.”

Jack thought before he spoke. “I’m not one of yours.”

“Semantics.”

“What about your crew?”

Cardona flopped open his meaty hands. “I get angina, I don’t call my cousin Frankie, who has a certain skill set but stinks when it comes to open-heart surgery. Look, I get it. You were on the other team. But this is straight-up business. One man to another. One father to another. I need you to find my girl. You got my number. Use it, Jack. Money’s no object. Find my baby.”

Strike three.

Jack didn’t answer. He stared out at the navy-blue water of the marina, past row upon row of beautiful yachts, symbols of dreams fulfilled, and knew they were empty notions compared to family.

Cardona hadn’t actually spoken the words you owe me, but they filled the subtext of everything he’d said. He was not subtle. The big man had reached out when Jack was in need, and Jack had accepted the offer. Now Vincent Cardona wanted his pound of flesh.

“This is everything I know. Last address, phone numbers, phone bills, e-mail accounts, bank, credit cards, friends and whatnot. The whole shot,” Cardona said, holding the manila envelope out in Jack’s direction.

“I have other commitments,” Jack stated.

“You look real fuckin’ busy, Jack, if you don’t mind my sayin’.” His eyes crinkled into a sarcastic grin. Vincent Cardona does charm.

Jack accepted the overstuffed envelope with a sigh.

 “If she don’t want to come back, fine. No funny business, no strong-arm bullshit from my end. You got my word. I just need to know that my blood is alive. I’m fuckin’ worried and I don’t do worry too good. Sleep on it, Jack. But do the right thing.”

Cardona’s eyes locked on to Jack’s. Jack remained silent. He’d take a look. No promises, not yet.

Vincent’s knees cracked and the canvas chair squeaked like it was in pain as he stood up. He covered a belch behind his fist and rubbed his gut as he moved stiffly past Jack. The boat rocked when Cardona stepped off and walked heavily away, his Italian leather shoes echoing on the wooden dock.

The weight of the world. Jack could relate.

Peter Maniacci opened the gate for his boss and then the door to the Lincoln Town Car, which plunged to curb level as the big man slid in. Peter ran around to the other side of the car and tossed Jack a wave like the queen mum. He jumped into the Lincoln, which lurched forward before Peter could slam the door shut.

Jack walked into the boat’s deckhouse, grabbed a bottle of water, and downed two more Excedrin. He stretched his back, which was going into a spasm from yesterday’s violence, and chased the pills with a Vicodin to stay one step ahead of the pain that he knew was headed his way.

Jack had already decided to take the case.



Author Bio:


John Lansing started his career as an actor in New York City. He spent a year at the Royale Theatre playing the lead in the Broadway production of “Grease.” He then landed a co-starring role in George Lucas’ “More American Graffiti,” and guest-starred on numerous television shows. During his fifteen-year writing career, Lansing wrote and produced “Walker Texas Ranger,” co-wrote two CBS Movies of the Week, and he also co-executive produced the ABC series “Scoundrels.” John’s first book was “Good Cop, Bad Money,” a true crime tome with former NYPD Inspector Glen Morisano. “The Devil’s Necktie” was his first novel. “Blond Cargo” is the next book in the Jack Bertolino series. A native of Long Island, John now resides in Los Angeles.


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Book Showcase: THE DEVIL’S NECKTIE by John Lansing




The Devil’s Necktie


by John Lansing


on Tour June 1st – July 31st 2013







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Genre: Crime/ThrillerPublished by: Simon&Schuster
Publication Date: 12/31/12
Number of Pages: 295
ISBN: 1451698348
Note: Excessive strong language, Graphic violence, Explicit sexual scenes
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Synopsis: 
Retired Inspector Jack Bertolino had strict rules when dealing with confidential informants. But Mia had the kind of beauty that could make a grown man contemplate leaving his wife, his job, and his kids. After a passionate night together, Mia is found murdered, and Jack is the lead suspect. Facing threats from the LAPD, the 18th Street Angels, and a Columbian drug cartel, Jack delves deeper into the seedy world of drug dealers and Murderers. Jack is torn between fearing for his life and seeking revenge for his slain lover… either way the body count will rise.





 


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Jack Bertolino stood on the balcony of his loft in Marina del Rey, tending a dry-aged New York steak on his prized possession, a top-of-the-line Weber gas grill. He didn’t miss winter, not one little bit. Here he was manning the barbecue in his new uniform, a black T-shirt and jeans, while his cousins were chasing heart attacks shoveling snow off their Staten Island driveways. That image never ceased to put a smile on his face. That and the salty ocean breeze that floated in over the marina.



Jack nursed a glass of cabernet and watched the long line of bright white FedEx trucks return home from their final deliveries and park in neat rows in the lot next to his building. It sure beat the sight of patrol cars jammed onto the sidewalk in front of a precinct house.





Early evening was Jack’s favorite time of day. The sun was just starting to paint the clouds a muted orange. From his fourth-floor vantage point, Jack could see a string of jumbo jets in the distance, silently making their final approach to LAX. Stacked eight planes deep, their slim silver bodies glinted in the setting sun. For the first time in Jack Bertolino’s life, he felt at ease. 





His cell phone chirped, snapping him out of his reverie. He tossed some Japanese eggplant onto the grill, closed the lid, and checked his cell phone screen for the name of the caller.





“Hello.”



“How’s my Italian stallion?”



“Mia . . . ,” he said instantly, his tone neutral, giving away nothing.

“All the planets are aligned, Jack. It’s time for you to man up and make an honest woman out of me.”




Jack couldn’t help but smile. Mia’s throaty voice and light Colombian accent had the power to make a grown man weep. More important, it could make a bad man give up his secrets. He hadn’t really been surprised when he received her text. He knew it was only a matter of time. Payback’s a bitch.





“What can I do for you, Mia?”



“It’s what I can do for you, papi. My lips . . . they’re still magic.”



“I love it when you talk dirty.”



“Only for love or money.”



Although Jack was enjoying the back and forth, he was no longer in the business. “Why are you calling, Mia?”





Mia dropped her act as well. “We need to talk.”



“It’s not a good time,” Jack said as he opened the lid of the grill and pressed his fork against the steak, checking for doneness.





“Face-to-face, Jack.”



“I’m not in New York.”



“That’s why I’m in Los Angeles.”



Jack didn’t reply right away. He did a quick analysis of how Mia could know he was living in L.A., what kind of trouble she might be in, what kind of blowback he was going to suffer just from having this conversation. He came to the instantaneous conclusion that however this new wrinkle in his life played out, it would definitely have an impact on his newly found state of bliss.





Mia answered some of his unspoken questions. “I’m still connected, Jack, and you’re still on the radar screen. There are certain people—who will remain nameless, because I’m not on your payroll anymore—who are not convinced you’re out of the game.”



“I’m happily retired,” Jack fired back, wondering if his response sounded forced, wondering why he cared.



“And happily divorced?”



Jack didn’t respond. His private life was none of Mia’s business. He had strict rules when dealing with confidential informants, a line in the sand he never crossed. But Mia had the kind of beauty that could make a man contemplate leaving his wife, his job, and his kids. Jack had never taken the bait, but had to admit he’d been tempted.


Mia was one of the best CIs in the business, and she and Jack had done groundbreaking work together. 





With the help of Mia and DEA agent Kenny Ortega, Jack and the team of NYPD narco-rangers he headed up had put away a heavy hitter in the cocaine trade. Manuel Alvarez was the head of a Colombian drug cell that had been importing a thousand keys of coke into Florida on a weekly basis, and the poison was dripping into New York City. Jack and his group had put away a major cartel scumbag, and Mia had gotten rich. The feds had a financial equation in place when dealing with CIs. The greater the quantity of drugs an informant was responsible for delivering, the more money it was worth to the United States government. They were happy to give to get. Mia did very well for herself at great personal risk. Informants had a short shelf life. Once a major domo got busted, the cartels worked very hard to discover where the “sickness” had come from. If your name ended up on the short list, you turned up dead. 





Jack had made a promise to Mia that if things ever got too hot to handle, he would do whatever he could to help her out of the jam.





Mia was turning in her chit. “Meet with me in an hour, after I get settled in.”





“I’m about to have dinner, Mia.”



“Vista Haven Road, 3468. You owe me, Jack.”



“It was a two-way street,” he reminded her.



“And I don’t want it turning into a dead end.”



Jack was about to protest, but she clicked off. He turned back to his grill, but now he was unsettled. Mia had always been a cool customer, but there was an edge of panic in her voice. Jack let out an irritated groan. He shut off the grill with a hard snap. He wouldn’t be able to eat anyway until he found out what the hell was wrong.







 


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John Lansing started his career as an actor in New York City. He spent a year at the Royale Theatre playing the lead in the Broadway production of “Grease.” He then landed a co-starring role in George Lucas’ “More American Graffiti,” and guest starred on numerous television shows. During his fifteen year writing career, Lansing wrote and produced “Walker Texas Ranger,” co-wrote two CBS Movies of the Week, and he also co-executive produced the ABC series “Scoundrels.” John’s first book was “Good Cop Bad Money,” a true crime tome with former NYPD Inspector Glen Morisano. “The Devil’s Necktie” is his first novel..


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