* Thriller *
Author: TG Wolff
Publisher: Down & Out Books
investigate, but in the end, all they have are kind words for the new
widow. Months later, a video emerges challenging the facts. Had he
stepped into traffic, or was he pushed? The widow returns to the police,
where there are more kind words but no answers. Exit the widow.Enter
Diamond. One name for a woman with one purpose. Resurrecting her CIA
cover, she follows the shaky video down the rabbit hole. Her widow’s run
unearths a plethora of suspects: the small-time crook, the mule-loving
rancher, the lady in waiting, the Russian bookseller, the soon-to-be
priest. Following the stink greed leaves in its wake reveals big lies
and ugly truths. Murder is filthy business. Good thing Diamond likes
playing dirty.”TG Wolff’s novel is for crime-fiction fans who
like it action-packed and hard-edged. Written with feisty panache, it
introduces Diamond, one of the most aggressive, ill-tempered, and wholly
irresistible heroines to ever swagger across the page.” –David Housewright, Edgar Award-winning author of Dead Man’s Mistress
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“Hey Diamond.” Chips crunched in my ear. “How’s Italy?”
“How’d you get this phone number?”
“I called myself from it last night.” A bag crackled in the background.
“When and where was I?”
“When you went to the bathroom. You said make yourself comfortable.”
I wasn’t gone three minutes, not three minutes. “And you took it as an invitation to steal my phone number?”
“You know, for emergencies and stuff.” Either he had shoved another fistful of chips into his mouth or he had wadded up the bag into a ball and was gnawing on it.
“Dix, you put one more chip in your mouth and I’m going to swim across the Atlantic and give you a chip bag colonoscopy.”
He laughed. “That’s something old people get, right? Something like a camera up the butt?”
It’s hard to physically intimidate someone who lived day in, day out with violence. You know. Been there, done that, got the black eye. The one he’d gotten for his birthday still had days until it would fade.
“Yeah, Dix. I hear it comes with good drugs though. So, who is she?”
This time he glugged liquid, finishing it with a sloppy lip slap. “Who is who?”
“You know who.”
“Do who know you?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Dix, you’re making my head spin. You texted me you know ‘who she is.’ Tell me who she is while I’m still young enough to care.”
“Oh. Her. Ilsa Dumanovskaya. I’m not making it up either. Musta sucked to spell her name in kindergarten. Least her parents gave her a short first name.”
I leaned against an ice-cold plaster wall, prepared to commence head pounding. “Why should I care?”
“Because of Doc.” Doc. That was the nickname the kids at the YPF gave Gavriil. He liked the stories I brought home and showed up one afternoon. It wasn’t even “take your husband to work day.” I found him arguing with the science teacher over a chemical equation. They got past their chalkboard differences, created a bouncy-ball polymer, then had contests to see which formula bounced higher. The kids loved it. Gavriil came in once a week for lecture and the occasional spontaneous laboratory experiment.
“She’s the woman he met in Rome.”
My chin snapped up. My heart beat in double time. I had her face, now I had her name. I signaled Carlo for pencil and paper. “Give it to me.”
“She owns a bookstore. I have the address for her store and her apartment. Do they call them flats?”
“No idea. Give me the address.” My mouth watered with the taste of deep-fried quarry.
“Three-twenty-one valle Didochachiata.”
My pencil stayed still. “That can’t be right.”
“Maybe I’m not saying it right. Three-twenty-one Vya Deedoshakiata. Better?”
“No. Carlo? Can you figure out this address?” I handed over the phone and recommenced pacing.
Carlo alternated between speaking and listening. Then he laughed. Of course, he and Dix would understand each other. Gibberish was an international language.
area between good and bad, right and wrong. Cause and effect drive the
stories, drawing from 20+ years’ experience in Civil Engineering, where
“cause” is more often a symptom of a bigger, more challenging problem.
Diverse characters mirror the complexities of real life and real people,
balanced with a healthy dose of entertainment. TG Wolff holds a
Master’s Degree in Civil Engineering and is a member of Mystery Writers
of America and Sisters in Crime.
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- What is on your nightstand?
(Hee, hee, hee) This is embarrassing. There are 13 books plus my Kindle on my nightstand. Most are read. I tend not to put books away quickly, often re-reading my favorite chapters when I am ramping down. Occasionally, the stack falls. That is my reset button. Let’s go by genre on the books…
- Dashiell Hammett, Red Harvest
- Agatha Christie, 13 Clues for Miss Marple
- Agatha Christie, Sleeping Murder
- Gregory McDonald, Fletch’s Moxie
- Sir Author Conan Doyle, The Complete Sherlock Holmes
- Sherlock Holmes Magazine, #21
- D. Robb, Leverage in Death
- William Sutton, Lawless and the Devil of Euston Square
Paranormal Romantic Suspense
- R. Ward, Where Winter Finds You
- Christine Feehan, Dark Legend
- Traci Douglass, Blood Bound
- R. Ward, The Chosen
- What author would you totally fan?
Nora Roberts / J.D. Robb. I love her characters, across all genres. I admire how she keeps the In Death series fresh, interesting reads. Other long series I have burned out on, but not Eve Dallas. I will shove people out of the way (not really) for any of Nora Roberts books with magicks. She is my happy place.
- What makes you cringe?
In paranormal, not much makes me cringe. Reality is suspended, what’s not to love. In romance, weak female characters. Woman were born with two feet, just like everyone else. Let the characters stand on them. In mystery, the miraculously found clue handed to a detective who has done nothing to drive his/her own story.
- Do you obsessively plot out each point or just go with the flow?
I obsess on plot points but not the path between them. I have to hit the key points if the reader and the detective are going to get to the answer. But, then magic happens in between. This is where entertainment happens, the color commentary to the play-by-play call.
- Is there a word you love to use?
My favorite word is WHY. This is true both in life and in my writing process. It is the word of curiosity and of wonder. It is the word of understanding and of closure. It is the word that drives people beyond the limits of the body and the mind, expanding the universe. These three little letters hold a lot of power. HOW is a close second, followed by WHAT IF…