Of all the gin joints in the universe...

On October 30th my next novel, Of All The Gin Joints In The Universe will be released. It will be available in e-book and both soft paperback and hardcover formats.

Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F98C56KY

Here’s the blurb:

Murder is cold-blooded in space…

Samuel Archer Spade is a private detective on Space Station 1964, known as Norma to the locals, on the other side of the Milky Way galaxy. He's a former investigator for Galactic Justice, but now he works for himself.

Sam is at his "office" inside The Galaxy's Edge, a bar on the station. when a knockout blonde in a red dress named Natasha Carter strolls in looking for him. She has a case for him. He develops a case for her.

Only thing is, she’s on the run from her partner in crime as well as GalJus. When she kills her partner and claims self-defense, Spade is left with two choices: Help her get away with it, or turn her in and have her personality erased for her crimes. Either way, he’ll lose his soul. With some women, he muses, it’s worth the price.

As with most of his cases, there's more to the story than just a gorgeous dame with a sad story to tell. But this case will lead him far away from Norma and will put both of their lives in jeopardy as Sam uncovers a long-hidden truth that will upend every corner of the galaxy.

Here’s the cover:

And here’s a little sample of what’s inside:

“How many other lives have been erased for no other reason than profit? How many of those were innocent of the crimes they were charged with, but were coerced to confess?”

“You think he did that to Carter?” Wycoff asked, shocked.

“You heard what they did to the innocent woman they replaced Carter with. How much more difficult would it be to program someone with the Halo to steal, or kill, and falsely confess to it?”

I removed the data crystal and put it in my pocket. I put a blank crystal into the slot and gathered up the Halo, heading for the door.

“Wait a minute,” Barrington called out. “Did you say the man whose confession you took, was named Van Hollen?”

“Yes.”

“I just saw a report of a lunatic running naked in the streets,” Barrington said. “He was identified as Jorge Van Hollen. They can’t get a sane word out of him.”

“Imagine that,” I replied evenly. “The guilt must have driven him right over the edge.”

It got deadly quiet in that room for a very long time. I caught Wycoff looking at me oddly.

“Sometimes, Inspector,” I said, looking right at her. “The mirror doesn’t like what it sees when it looks at you.”

She looked down at the floor and swallowed hard. In a way, she had unknowingly helped put Ms. Price in the hands of a monster, as much as I had, as much as anyone connected to the Huntsmen murder had. When she looked back up, there was understanding there.

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Of All The Gin Joints In The Universe - available on Oct. 30, 2025