Murder Mysteries, Ghost Stories Suspense Novels, Short Stories, and now Screenplays

My second wife Anne and I liked giving parties. Before we finally married, I had a bachelor’s pad just north of Oklahoma City’s Taft Stadium. The little house had two fireplaces, a redwood hot tub and a wet bar. I spent thousands landscaping the hilly front yard with sandstone walkways and retainer walls, courtesy of Jakob, a master stoneworker and Israeli expatriate (another story).