Shotgun Opera

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So many people to thank. I’m sure I’ll miss somebody. Apologies. Apologies.

Let’s start with the crew at Bantam Dell. Bill Massey, whose editorial advice keeps me focused. I do listen to you. I promise. The cool folks in publicity who get the word out: Sharon Propson and Susan Corcoran. Keep talking me up! And I can’t forget the captain of the ship, Irwyn Applebaum. Thanks for stopping at that bookstore in Arkansas and buying that first copy of Gun Monkeys.

Continued and heaping thanks to the men at the V&G Writing Lab: Anthony Neil Smith and Sean Doolittle. I appreciate both the pats on the back and the cold splashes of water in my face.

The booksellers and the readers. Without you guys, I might as well stick the pages of these novels to my refrigerator with a magnet.

Prologue

HARLEM, 1965

“When the noise starts, half them spooks are gonna spill out the back.” Dan Foley thumbed buckshot shells into the twelve-gauge. When it was full he checked his revolver. “So I want you ready to splatter ’em real good. Right?”

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