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Cold File
Michael Murphy
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
Full time high school science teacher and part time writer, Adam Quinn should be living his dream following the publication of his first novel. The dream became a nightmare following the discovery of his wife's infidelity with Adam’s academic rival. Nowhe is staring into the barrel of his pistol.

Setting aside personal problems and seeking greater authenticity in his writing, Adam obtains the help of Arizona homicide detective Holly Farrell. Her investigation of a cold file points toward a powerful Arizona media mogul. Soon, Adam and Holly are involved in a real life murder mystery, dodging assassin’s bullets in a rain swept dash across the Arizona desert.

BOOK EXCERPTS
Adam held his wrists out and Sam cut off the duct tape. He stuffed the knife back in his pocket and shifted the gun into his left hand.

When Sam flexed the fingers in his right hand, Adam drove his shoulder into Sam’s chest, as he had seen Garrett demonstrate to his football team.

Sam collided with the Jeep’s rear view mirror and pulled Adam to the ground. The gun clattered to the ground beneath the Jeep.

Adam scrambled to his feet as Sam crawled under the Jeep for the gun. Adam took off toward the rocky incline, knowing the farther he got from Sam the less accurate the revolver would be. He should be able to outrun the old man climbing over a rocky ridge in the rain.

Pumping his arms, Adam leaped onto the rocky slope and began to climb. The storm had ebbed, but the rain still made the climb slippery. Halfway up, his leg slipped. He banged his knee and blood oozed beneath his pant leg.

On his hands and knees, Adam clamped his eyes shut from the pain. A rock shattered to his left and he heard the shot an instant later. He struggled to his feet, leaned forward and ran up the slope, not wanting to look back.

Adam reached the top and skidded to a stop. He stood at the edge of a round boulder and looked out over a broad ravine. A sandy riverbed lay fifty feet below.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw Sam halfway up and getting closer with each step. Adam’s mouth went dry as he faced the ravine. He looked around for an escape. All he could see was the sheer drop two feet ahead.

Adam moved forward with tiny steps. He leaned over and saw a small outcropping of rock, a three-foot half-circle at least ten feet below the boulder. Covered with rocks and pebbles, the small ledge looked slick with rain. Below the ledge, a collection of jagged rocks and a long sandy strip that might provide an escape if he could leap that far.

Sam’s laughter climbed toward him. "I’ll give you a chance, city boy. The only one you’ll get from me. Jump.”

Could he land on the ledge without tumbling over the side? If he missed and the fall didn’t kill him instantly, he would die a horrible death slowly, perhaps as coyotes or javelinas finished the job. If his remains were ever found, there would be no evidence of homicide. He didn’t have time to analyze the odds. His foot slipped when he jumped.

Adam banged his elbow as he slid off the boulder. He landed on the ledge below. He waved both arms and tried to gain his balance as he teetered at the edge of the ravine.

Recovering his balance, Adam pressed against the rock wall. His breathing came in gasps as rain spattered his back. He turned and leaned back against the rock.

Adam set his feet apart for balance and kicked a fist-sized stone off the ledge. It clattered and banged against jagged rocks and onto a narrow sandy slide that angled down toward the bottom of the ravine forty feet below.

If he could reach the stretch of sand, Adam might be able to slide to the riverbed and escape. Sam was too old to climb down. His revolver would be less accurate if Adam reached the bottom.

The sand slide might be too far away. If he couldn’t make the jump, Adam faced a four-story plunge to his death.

A shot cracked and a shard of rock chipped off inches from his head. A sting sliced across Adam’s face as the rock cut a gash in his cheek. Adam brought a hand up and touched a sliver of blood. Glancing up, he saw Sam move to the left. Adam flattened his back against the rock and eased to the right. A second shot sailed even closer to his head.

AUTHOR BIO
I’ve lived nearly all of my life in Arizona and most of that with my wife of thirty-six years. We enjoy our eight grandchildren and our menagerie of animals including my wife’s dog Tinker who appears in my new novel, Ramblin’ Man. I love reading mystery and suspense novels, and love writing them. Because I find absurdity in just about everything, humor finds it’s way into my writing along with the chills.

BOOK REVIEWS
Cuts Like a Knife by Michael Murphy deserves its name. It lays out the raw flesh of human experience. On the surface, the novel thrills with a fast-paced murder mystery involving the fearless detective, Casey Bannister, whose dry wit and angst about women make him lovable. On a deeper level the novel explores whether we can act honorably, whether we can trust each other, or more disturbingly whether there is any good in humankind to be found. Murphy’s answers by turns comfort and haunt. Cuts Life a Knife is a fine read, one I highly recommend. -- Toby Heathcotte, Author and President, Arizona Authors Association

Buckle your seat belt and brace yourself! Michael Murphy's Ramblin' Man is one hell of a ride! Murphy is the master of character development, handing us Bart Wheeler, one tough guy with a heart of gold and enough sex appeal to singe the pages while tossing in one irresistible, spoiled, rich heiress with more than a few surprises tucked inside her little pink purse! Murphy delivers it all! Bare knuckle fight scenes, nail biting suspense, knee slapping comedy and edge of the seat romantic tension reminiscent of the longing seen only on the television series, Moonlighting. Ramblin' Man is one wide open, fun filled road trip you'll never want to end. --Alisha Paige, Canyon Wolf Bride, The Wooden Nickel

An utterly charming read! In Ramblin’ Man by talented author Michael Murphy, Bart Wheeler has met his match when he crosses paths with a sassy self-indulged runaway heiress with Yorkie-Pom in tow. But not even an irate business tycoon, the FBI, a bogus kidnapping charge or a one-sided softball game can rattle this guileless dude. Murphy gives breath to an understated hero for our time. --Jordan Dane, Award-winning Avon Author, No One Heard Her Scream, No One Left to Tell

In Michael Murphy’s new novel Ramblin’ Man, Bart Wheeler, newly unattached, is enjoying an aimless journey cross country with his window down and his radio on, dining at the local greasy spoon, when a runaway heiress sashays into his life in a cloud of expensive perfume, a posse of FBI agents and private security thugs hot on her trail. Before he can finish his fries, Bart finds himself sharing the cab of his truck with a yappy purse-sized dog named Tinker and a red-head confection in pink designer jeans who believes chipped fingernail polish qualifies as a genuine emergency. Michael Murphy makes you like ’em all--even the dog. Murphy takes us around bend after unexpected bend as Bart and Samantha take the ride of their lives--on the long, twisted road to Apple Valley. You can almost smell the cheeseburgers. --Melanie Wells, The Soul Hunter, My Soul to Keep


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MORE BOOK INFO
ISBN: 1597058955
ISBN(13-digit): 9781597058957
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 350
Paper Weight (lb): 13.8



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