Truncated III: Born Against

Well, here we are. The last book in the series. I hope you’ve enjoyed it, and if so please let me know or, better yet, leave me a review on Amazon! Only if you liked it.

Will Bill appear in a fourth installation to this three-part trilogy? Only time will tell.

For more characters of mine in the meantime, check out Westgate.

Westgate tells the story of Nick Marino, a lazy Detective who just wants to surf. But he's gotta eat, so he works as a cop in Santa Ana, California.

It's not that he doesn't like being a cop, but it does get in the way of his surfing sometimes.

After he gets put on indefinite unpaid leave for beating up a child molester he caught abducting a child, Nick takes a job as a Security Guard in the Uber-rich neighborhood of Westgate in Newport Beach.

True to form, Nick sleeps with one of the local housewives, and after the third time, finds her hanging in her kitchen. Nick was not a great cop and a worse detective, but he has a strong suspicion this was not a suicide.

With the help of his two older out-of-shape Wannabe Cop Security Guard coworkers, Nick navigates the dangerous world of the outrageously rich and powerful residents of Westgate, whose sexual proclivities challenge even Nick's ideas about deviance.

And he'd seen some crazy sh*t on the job!

“I awoke, face down on the table.  Empty wine bottles.  Empty glass of wine.  Head splitting in two like a dull cleaver had tried, but failed, to complete the task.  Puddle of drool.  Kid gone.  Dog gone.  Bird… the bird never came in.  Employees gone.  I was all alone.  Painfully aware of my pain.  Everything was hazy.  My eyes were blood red.  I couldn’t see them but could taste the blood with my eyelids.  I was fucked.  Up.”

“Cornelius, the guy I thought was cool a minute ago.  A way above average male.  Turned. And sauntered back into the inn.  Son of a bitch.  It was him.  The Cowboy who took my girl.“ 

“What had happened after I shot Rhett and his boys wasn’t at all what I expected nor wanted and would have preferred what I imagined was going to happen when I noticed that the Siri Dunce had left the park bench, which was, that he was going to gather all of the other townspeople, thus forming a posse, that surrounded me with guns, putting a noose around my neck and hanging me from the tree in the park and leaving my sad and lonely body to sway in the wind until it was just a polished white skeleton and putting a sign up saying something like, “Here’s what happens to assholes.”

“So, when the pillar of fire shot down from the sky in a rushing roar of heat and fury, I quickly went down that rabbit hole of — holy shit, I fucked up, I’m going to hell, they were right all along, I’ve squandered my life.”

“Yessssss, I said in a whistle as a small piece of grape shot across the room.

I felt my front teeth with my tongue.  One was missing.  Damn.”

“I stood there a moment in a dreamlike state.  I was almost just burned alive, or crucified, or both, by one prophet, then was lied for by the other and given more powers of authority to discover the culprit of a crime that I had committed.  

Life was strange.”