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Great event last night at the Dallas Museum of Art. Actor G. W. Bailey (Provenza on Major Crimes) read a short story of mine originally published in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine. Gratifying and more than a little surreal to hear the crowd react to my words. Bailey’s performance was amazing.
The drunk’s name is Chuck. Purporting to be retired from the film industry, Chuck is at the end of the bar, just out of frame, rambling on about how we’re all a bunch of amateurs, with our lights and our cameras and our director, the latter telling everyone where to go and what to do like he’s oh, I don’t know, directing. Every so often, Chuck slaps the scarred wood surface of the bar to make his point, almost knocking over his mug of beer. Other times, he argues with people who aren’t there, a natural hazard for someone who views a 12-pack as part of their minimum daily requirements, emphasis on minimum.
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Set amid the badlands of West Texas, the story revolves around an ex-Texas Ranger distraught over the murder of his family. When he’s accused of a similar crime, he must overcome his grief and find those responsible in order to clear his name.
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Author’s copies of my sixth thriller arrived today. THE GRID, available August 25, 2015, wherever books are sold.
“THE CONTRACTORS reads like a treatment for a new Quentin Tarantino film, full of quirky — and dangerous — characters, twists and turns, and enough action to fill another two or three books. The experience of reading it is akin to sitting in a dark closet while someone opens the door at irregular intervals and lobs flashbang grenades inside. That’s a compliment, in case you’re in doubt.”
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From The Dallas Morning News (Sunday, Feb. 2, 2014):
“Hunsicker artfully uses Dallas as a realistic backdrop for much of the action in The Contractors. As a fourth-generation Dallasite, the writer knows his city intimately — but this isn’t the Dallas you see on Dallas. This is the rough-edged side of Big D, the land of narcocorridas, rednecks and cash-only transactions. It’s the less-pleasant face of the city, one that can be neatly masked behind the walls of an ordinary house on an innocent-appearing residential street in Casa Linda.”
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