Kansas City. The final years of Prohibition. A crew – including a former bootlegger, a preacher, a World War 1 veteran, a Pinkerton Agent, and a barnstorming prize fighter – conspire to steal gold deposits during the height of the Great Depression.

This was the first novella I wrote after my ruptured brain aneurysm. It started out more as an exercise to see if I could still do it. One of the characters is inspired by my brother who used to send me text messages when he’d arrived at my building. I would get fifteen in a row letting me know he was “In the lobby” “In the elevator” “Passing the second floor” “Passing the third floor” etc. The character of a Pinkerton Agent sends telegrams to the people he’s tracking.