The Jinx
Series: Memphis M.O. Book 1
Fiery Seas Publishing
July 24, 2018
Suspense / Action 
About the Book:
Disaster strikes and innocents die as police sniper Rick Munro is plagued by a first-call jinx. As his career takes off, he must overcome his rookie mistakes, and keep his team members safe.
When Munro returns to TACT as a newly promoted lieutenant, the jinx torments him still. He must contend with team members’ rival agendas around every turn. Munro finds himself in a battle he can’t escape as corruption and death unfold around him.
Who can he trust? Will Munro break the streak or will it destroy everything he believes in?
Read an Excerpt:
THE
JINX by Ernest Lancaster
EXCERPT:
Chapter Twelve
Catfish
opened his door, climbed out of the van, and hurried over to Munro’s car. He
leaned in the window. “I’ve been wanting to talk.”
Munro backed off a bit. “About what?”
“Buzz Kill. I think he’s crazy.”
Munro’s new badge weighed on him
like a lode of fool’s gold. Of course Kozart was crazy. But had he crossed a
line?
Munro had just overseen the chief’s
son’s foolishness, which had led to his indictment. He couldn’t fish for much
more trouble before he gained a hated reputation as one looking to send
officers to prison.
“If being a little odd violated
regulations,” he said, “we wouldn’t have anybody to man our cars.”
“I’m not kidding,” Catfish
insisted. “He told me he likes to hunt humans. It’s his religion. The silver
religion.”
“Who does he think he is?” Munro
murmured, “Harry Bosch?”
“Harry who?”
“He’s a fictional detective who
brings his creed to the job. This is America. Leave religion out of it. Serve
and protect; enforce the law.” He leaned his forehead into a cupped hand. “And
obey it.”
Catfish didn’t try to hide his
disappointment that Munro wouldn’t champion his cause. “Well, I don’t like it. Hunting
people has to be the Devil’s religion. Every time a hot call goes out, he hears
divine messengers calling because he believes he might get to shoot someone. He
believes he’s an avenging angel.”
Munro took a breath. “Buzz Kill has
killed three people. That’s three more than most cops. But they were savage
thugs about to murder innocents.”
“No telling how many he killed in
Iraq.”
“That was war.”
Catfish thinned his lips. “Just the
same, he’s tasted blood. I’m afraid he likes it.”
Multi-colored fluorescents at the
rear of the Zebra Lounge caught Munro’s gaze. “We can’t judge cops by what’s in
their hearts. Someone bigger than you and me will take care of that. We can
only judge their actions. If Buzz Kill follows the law, and policy and
procedures, then there’s nothing to be done. If he doesn’t, he’ll be held
accountable. Have you talked to Benedict about this?”
“No. They think too much alike.”
“That’s wild, Catfish. He’s just
yanking your chain. But if you swear by it, you need to report it to Lieutenant
Benedict.”
Munro didn’t know how much of what
he’d said he really believed. Cops walked a fine line between neutralizing
deadly threats and murder.
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Ernest Lancaster retired from the Memphis Police Department as a captain after serving as a cop for thirty-three years.
In the early seventies Lancaster spent two years walking a night beat in downtown Memphis, when The Peabody and Beale Street lay boarded up and crumbling and the center city became a dystopian ghost town after dark. He patrolled in ward cars, trooped for three days through a sea of pilgrims to Elvis’s funeral, edited the Memphis Police Association’s newspaper and acted as the association’s vice-president. For twenty-six years he held positions on the TACT Squad.
Lancaster now resides with his wife and Yorkie in the Smoky Mountains, where they love to hike and camp.
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