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Cole’s house had been on the market for only a couple of weeks before the arrest. He’d never heard of the guy—a seventy-two-year-old retiree living in another part of Sacramento County—but the cops said he was the Golden State Killer, who was suspected of committing at least fifty rapes and more than a dozen murders back in the 1970s.


The mailman said one of the attacks took place inside Cole’s house. So Cole, an investigative reporter by trade, set out to confirm that the crime actually took place, and who committed the murder. Along the way, he found something even more compelling. All this time, the cops had been sitting on evidence that the Golden State Killer had an accomplice.


A Little Scherzo plays in drytown

Benny’s wife of twenty-five years leaves him for a 2009 Harley Fat Bob and a quest for something more. Benny, a simple shopkeeper, resigns himself to go the distance alone.

But this is Drytown, a place tucked and magically folded into the Sierra foothills. Here the miner’s code still resonates and the curse of the Mother Lode still swirls. And when an ancestor’s long forgotten will threatens the town, Benny has no choice but to comply with its demand.

He must find love again.

At risk is the only home he’s ever known. Indeed all is in peril—St. Mel’s parish, the refugee camp in the hills, the Dabbagh Motel and Aquatic Park, even Uncle Nik’s Coffee and Cannabis Canteen.

Benny is no hero but protect those he loves, he braves the darkness of online dating for seniors; hooks up with a Ukrainian supermodel; and foils the kidnapping of his true love by henchmen working for a Samoan drug lord.

And, oh yeah, there’s treasure.

EnterPrise reporting

More than a decade before a distracted nation became transfixed by clumsy efforts to fake the news, a cabal of corporate insiders organized a far more nuanced and insidious persuasion machine in the California capital. Led by one of the state’s top political reporters and his uncle, the managing partner of a big wheel lobbying firm, the operation netted the partners more than $7 million during the brief, sixteen months the website was running.


The deception was clever and hard to spot, never anything too overt, just enough to push a client’s agenda along. It was sweet. No one could ever claim to be a victim and no one could ever argue a crime had been committed. They even had a line into the governor's office but had to be careful that nothing blew back on an unsuspecting Schwarzenegger.