Doug McPheters’s next novel,”Criminal Opera,” is in process. It’s about David Garvey’s project to apply Nuremberg punishments to people and companies who created and managed the phony “Covid” pandemic that unnecessarily killed and injured so many unsuspecting people. Here’s a bit of the action:
“Later Elyse and David drifted off to sleep although he found it difficult to adjust to traffic noise outside and the glare of street lights seeping through the master bedroom curtains.
Elyse’s phone rang. She wiped her eyes, turned on a silver lamp beside their bed, and listened carefully. “I’m sorry to hear that Carly. I’m sure you’ll be OK. I’m happy to know your roommate was there to let you into your apartment. I’ll replace your check. Please keep me posted,” she said before pushing the icon to end the call. “Carly was mugged getting off the bus near where she lives. The thug got her purse with her wallet and keys. She’s not hurt,” Elyse said to David beside her.
David’s cluttered brain was already churning as soon as he heard Carly had been mugged and lost her purse. The keys to Elyse’s house were probably in her purse. Elyse fell back asleep almost without delay but David hovered on the edge of sleep, cycling through old and new memories but never really relaxed.
Two floors below, the shift of marshals was changing. After pushing open the iron gate to the sidewalk on 39th Street, the new marshal used his key to open the more solid iron lattice gate under the stoop. The marshal ending his shift opened the inner door for him. “Thanks, Larry, I appreciate your being on time. It’s been quiet here. The Judge entertained her new boyfriend and they called it a night.”
Phil Rush, the outgoing marshal, folded his laptop and followed the other marshal, Larry Cantowiscz, letting him open the inner door under the stoop and click open the iron gate out from under the stoop. He stepped into the small concrete space inside the swinging iron gate to the sidewalk. Phil turned and waved to Larry before scooting up the two steps to the sidewalk “Take care, Larry. See you next time.” David heard some of those noises in his half-awake.
As David tried to slip back into slumber, holding Elyse closely, he began to dream of looking for his home in a decrepit commercial neighborhood of an unfamiliar foreign city. Then a clank of the iron gate to 39th Street made him jerk upright. Elyse mumbled in her sleep: “What’s wrong, Bernie?”
Then he heard Larry say, under the stoop, “Forget something, Phil? Then he yelled “Get me some help!” before he was silenced by what sounded like a silenced pistol.”
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