Jumping ignorant into a story

If I knew what the story was about, I would have no interest in writing it. I want to find out what happens.

Where was Ambrose Lincoln going?

I didn’t know.

Why was he going there?

I had no idea.

What would he do when he arrived?

I was clueless.

But I was curious.

I write a book for the same reason I read a book.

I want to know what happens?

Does the hero win?



I haven’t figured it out yet, but that’s why I’m along for the ride – just as I was in Conspiracy of Lies. Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter:


THE LIMOUSINE WAS long, black, and empty with the exception of the driver, and he had obviously been paid to drive and not talk. He looked military but had no doubt fought in a war that most had already forgotten, if anybody had ever known about it at all. He was tall and as thin as an M1 rifle. His face bore too many scars, and his bald head had been well polished with oil. He wore sunglasses even though the sun had fallen behind a ridge of distant mountains. The desert had become purple, streaked light and dark with the shadows.

Ambrose Lincoln nodded when he climbed into the limousine.

The driver grunted.

The limousine was on the move by the time the back door slammed shut.

Lincoln opened the briefcase. It held what he had expected, a Walther P38 9mm pistol, manufactured in Germany. The handgun found all sorts of ways to enter the United States, some legal, some otherwise.

He recognized it immediately.

He had no idea whether or not he had ever fired one, but figured he had. He closed his eyes and thought back in time. The days before today. The years before today. For Ambrose Lincoln, it was a short journey. His mind was a landscape that had been torn into small pieces and tossed into the wind.

His instincts remembered everything.

His mind was little more than a charred remnant that lay in smoldering ruins, as if a wildfire had swept through his brain and, perhaps, it had. The electrodes had erased everything.

It’s best that you don’t remember. It’s best that you never know.

That’s what the voice said.

A man with an empty past is not afraid of tomorrow. A man who has died is no longer afraid to die. Graveyards are filled with men who were afraid.

The voice was harsh.

And brittle.

Lincoln shoved the pistol into his belt, just beneath the small of his back, and watched darkness stalk the far reaches of the desert. A chilled wind cut through the sparse grasses of a volcanic landscape.  A half moon hung crookedly atop the crest of the mountains. One lonely star hung beneath the moon as though it were held in the sky by a single thread of twine.

The town was small.

The city limit sign had been torn down, and no one had seen fit to replace it. Perhaps, it had never existed at all.

It had one street that cut straight through an assortment of sad, empty and abandoned buildings. No lights and no reflections flickered in their windows. There were no cross streets and no streetlights and no traffic.

The limousine pulled to a curb beside an old Masonic Lodge at the far end of town. It was two-stories, built of gray rock, and the roofing needed to be replaced. It had been, Lincoln figured, exactly thirty-two minutes and twenty-six seconds since they drove away from the hospital. He did not know how he knew. But he knew.

He climbed out of the limousine, rummaged around in his jacket pocket, pulled out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to the driver.

“We’re not allowed to accept tips,” the man said.

“Keep it.”

“I can’t.”.

“It may be your last,” Lincoln said.

“Shall I wait for you?” the driver asked.


“Why not?”

“I won’t be coming back.”

A ragged wind ruffled his hair, and he saw a faint light spilling from a crack in the big wooden door. A marker on the lodge said it had been built in nineteen and eleven. The door looked original.

Lincoln opened it and walked in.

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