MAC DANGER, Private DIE!: Quid Pro Quo, Quo Vadis?

The case files of Mac Danger-Private DIE, remain open for your review as they keep spillin' out of the metal file cabinet in his office. These are his short stories.

In this book containing three-albeit shorter narrative than some of those 100,000-word novels that tend to use many of the same words over and over and are soon forgotten, Mac's carefully chosen ones can waller' around in your head for quite a stretch-like a butterscotch hard candy does in your mouth.

In fact, you will discover that this edition-on a cost-per-colorful word basis, to be one of the thriftiest that you'll likely find anywhere. The tales are right up there near the top of the biggest intellectuals' lists of literary literati. I dare you. Try to find that list.

Within this compilation, you will read that Mac continues to bring cases to conclusions-while he continues to jump to conclusions. Mac Danger-the up-front, in-your-face gumshoe, confronts the electronic clutter of a modern world-filled with its video conference call users-mocha latte's at their side, with his common sense, two-tin-cans-tied-together-with-a-string methods. And all of it is accomplished with the help of the never-empty-glass of his liquid forebear, Old Grand Dad.

He solves his fair share of the unsolved-and he does that old school. The kind of old school with no air conditioning or multi-purpose cafetoriums. He does it by lathering up his own five o'clock-beard-stubble-of-determination with the straight-razor of justice-right before he slaps on some Old Spice, styptic pens, toilet paper and then the cuffs on the apprehended.

That's enough. I'm tired. I think it's time you got to reading, my friend.