Get between him and a cocktail..kiss your swizzle stick goodbye.
Thankfully, I arrange all business meetings with him in bars.
The very first time I laid eyeballs on Jeff (and Mrs. Jeff, although she had not yet surrendered her sanity at that point) he read the story that was collected in Danger City published by Contemporary Press.
It knocked me out. (I think that might be how I got him to sign with the agency...I knocked him out too.)
I wasn't the only one who loved that story.
So did Scott Turow.
And Otto Penzler.
They selected it for Best American Mystery Stories of 2006.
And now, here's a review.
Sweet sweet sweet.
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