Today it is my pleasure to feature author Tom Johnson’s pulp crime thriller, The Man in the Black Fedora.
About the book
In a city of mob rule and crime, death is cheap, and police have their hands tied. In this dark metropolis, a new paladin arises to fight against injustice. A man of education, dedicated to fighting evil with fire against fire, the man in the black fedora.
About Tom Johnson
Tom was a voracious reader from an early age, beginning with comic books at age seven and reading novels by age 10 or 11. He has never stopped reading for pleasure, though his interest in genres have often switched from SF to western, to hardboiled detectives, the classics, and back to science fiction again over the years. In his own writing, readers will often find something about his love of zoology, whether insects, reptiles, or saber-tooth cats. Tom had a stroke in March 2002. Now retired, he and his wife devote their time to keeping Tom’s books in print, as well as helping promote other writers.
They settled in Tom’s hometown of Seymour, Texas, home of the Whiteside Museum of Natural History, and the red-bed digs near the town where Permian fossils have been discovered for over a hundred years. A 250-million-year-old amphibian, the Seymouria was discovered in the red-beds and is named after Seymour. One of the main predators of the Permian was a large finback reptile called a Dimetrodon, and a statue is displayed outside the museum. Several of Tom’s books are on hand in the museum. With over 80 books in print that he has contributed to, Tom has slowed down now. He is still writing children’s stories while promoting his books still on the market. Plus, he still has hopes of one day seeing his short novel, Pangaea: Eden’s Planet, made into a film.
(Note: The Man in the Black Fedora was released September 26, 2019. Tom passed away on November 5, 2019. The book will remain in print posthumously for the length of the contract.)
Find out more about Tom Johnson at:
Ginger (his widow): https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100010939323356
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“What’s that smell?” Kay asked.
“Gasoline. I wonder if someone’s planning on torching the place?”
“I wonder what’s in all these crates?” Kay asked.
Jae pulled out the thin flashlight and threw the narrow beam on the first crate, and then those around it.
“It looks like merchandise, probably stored here for a while.” When he lifted on the nearest box, it was too light to contain any kind of merchandise. “Weird,” Jae said.
“I think I see a small office over there. We might as well see if there’s anything of interest kept in there. I’m willing to bet all these crates are empty.”
“Yeah, it’s getting creepy out here,” Kay said. “I’ve got chills running up and down my neck.”
Jae laughed softly. “I saw a movie once where a giant spider dropped down on some burglars.”
“I hate spiders,” Kay groaned.
“Well, so far, so good,” Jae laughed. “Hey, they were kind enough to leave the office open for us.”
“There’s another box on the desk,” Kay said. “Smaller than the ones out here. Maybe it’s not empty.”
“One way to find out,” Jae said, aiming the light beam at the box. “There appears to be something in it. Let’s have a look.”
“Uh oh,” Kay said. “Do you know what those tubes are, Jae?”
“Yep, I’m way ahead of you, Missy. Art tubes. You roll up the print and slide it inside for protection during shipment.”
“What’s in that square box with them?” Kay asked. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Hold the flashlight while I open it,” Jae said, handing her the instrument.
Both let out a gasp as the lid was opened, and the flashlight beam sent a rainbow of colors shimmering around the room.
“Magnificent!” Kay whistled.
“Fit for a queen, or I miss my guess,” Jae said. “I think we’ve found what we came for.”
“That you have, my nosy friend,” a voice growled from the doorway. “That you have!”
Whirling towards the voice, they saw two men, big and brawny, both pointing revolvers at their chests. Jae could not act for fear one of the gunmen would shoot Kay, so he raised his arms in surrender.