MARCH 2012 WILL BE SCOUNDRELS TIME
March is money madness. March is the season of the long knives. Ol’ Julius C learned that the hard way when he strolled into the Roman senate that warm day on the 15th of March 44 B.C., and they carried him out leaking like a sieve. According to the New York Times the first bank robbery in the United States took place on March 19, 1831, when the City Bank of New York was robbed of $245,000. In the days leading up to the invasion of Iraq on March 18, 2003, the Bank of Iraq was liberated of some $1 billion U.S. And on March 2, 2009, as the Great Meltdown took hold, AIG declared a loss of $61.7 billion, the largest such quarterly loss in American history.
This March 2012 as spring is sprung, the debut of Scoundrels: Tales of Greed, Money and Financial Crimes takes place. It’s an all-original e-book anthology edited by Chester Himes award winner Gary Phillips, and features today’s bestselling and Edgar and Shamus award-winning writers including SJ Rozan, David Corbett, Brendan DuBois and Kelli Stanley, from the loquacious Down & Out Books.
In this arresting anthology you’ll read stories of gabbing grifters, brokers hedging big bets for the big take, schemers working the long con for the sure money, used car salesman with golden dreams and dashed hopes, bent lawyers and their more bent clients, one percenters hustling for that last half-percent, kind-hearted killers and the lonely hearted who tell themselves any lie as the double down for the long count.
Read this excerpt of Bob Truluck’s the “Digital Dingus Four-Point-0” and get addicted. Stay tuned for more as Scoundrels time approaches.
The Show knew how it would play out, knew the lay. He’d been here before: Dinguses One-, Two- and Three-Point-0. Wondered had the Suits ever been in a sandbox like the one they were about to play in now. Doubtful, very doubtful.
The Show, affecting the Geek, slid in the bar, slid onto a barstool and ordered a Glenlivet, double on the rocks. Made the railtender grin pretty good. Then he informed the Show that’d be twenty-four bucks and change.
The Show, as the Show, would’ve put a lot of nothing on it and dropped something like: is that all?
Tonight he was the Geek. The Geek would never be so bold. Perpetually astounded –sure. Smooth — not in a million.
In his ear the Geek — the actual and factual Geek — said: “Easy, bro. I’d be acting impressed.”
The Show muttered: “Fuck you,” at the mic buried in his shirt, said, “Wow. I’ll just have the one then,” to the Tender.
