by Terri Nolan
“He also said, ‘The general who wins a battle makes many calculations in his temple before the battle is fought.’ I told you, I’m in orientation. I haven’t made a decision.”
Noa blew out a frustrated breath. “You’ve had enough death in your life. I don’t want you to kill him.”
“I understand.”
“So tell me you won’t.”
“I wish I could.”
the end
acknowledgments
I thank Robert Bub and Scott Smith of the LAPD who continue to be sources of inspiration and on whom I rely for the procedural matters and the inside view. Thanks to Ron Bowers who takes the time to answer my legal questions. I am solely responsible for alterations of fact in service to the story.
To my disbanded drinking group with the writing problem: Linda Cessna, Anna Kennedy, Kurt Kitasaki, Doug Lyle, Rob Northrop, and Theresa Schwegel, I miss you all and the valuable lessons you’ve taught me over the years.
To my new writing group: Sandy Battista, Craig Strickland, Laurie Thomas, Donna Todd, Anne Van, and Barbara Varma, thank you for your professional critique, laughter, and friendship.
I remain indebted to my literary agent, Kimberley Cameron, who is always accessible and supportive of the writer’s dream and vision.
To the staff at Llewellyn/Midnight Ink: thank you for your support and expertise, especially Terri Bischoff who will always have a special spot in my heart and Connie Hill for making the task of editing so easy and enjoyable.
Thanks to Todd Moysychyn who loaned his name to a man he most certainly is not.
A special thank you is reserved for my ever-faithful and reliable family, Scott, Brenna, David, my parents and, first fans, Pat and Margie. You all have my love and admiration forever and ever.
about the author
Terri Nolan is a novelist and freelance crime reporter. She lives in Southern California. Visit her at www.terrinolan.com.
Author photo by Tanni Tronsen.
