I want to welcome Wayne
Zurl. First, I’d love you to introduce yourself.
Hi, folks. My name is Wayne Zurl. I grew up on Long Island
and retired after twenty years with the Suffolk County Police Department, one
of the largest municipal law enforcement agencies in New York and the nation.
For thirteen of those years, I served as a section commander supervising
investigators. I graduated from SUNY, Empire State College and served on active
duty in the US Army during the Vietnam War and later in the reserves. I left
New York to live in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee
with my wife, Barbara.
Twenty-seven (27) of my Sam Jenkins novelette mysteries have
been published as eBooks and many produced as audio books.
My full-length novels are: A New Prospect, A Leprechaun’s Lament, Heroes & Lovers, Pigeon River
Blues, and most recently, A Touch of
Morning Calm.
A new novel, A Can of
Worms, is scheduled for release late in 2016. Another, Honor Among Thieves, is on tap for 2017.
I’ve won Eric Hoffer and Indie Book Awards, and was named a
finalist for a Montaigne Medal and First Horizon Book Award.
For more information on my Sam Jenkins mystery series see www.waynezurlbooks.net. You can read
excerpts, reviews and endorsements, interviews, coming events, and see photos
of the area where the stories take place.
Tell us about your
latest release.
A Touch of Morning Calm
hit the sales shelves on July 12, 2016. The quick description is: Sam Jenkins
vs Korean organized crime, but that’s too simplistic. With four murders in
sleepy little Prospect, Tennessee, complexities jump over the moon. Here’s what
appears on the book jacket:
Chief Sam Jenkins runs headlong into Tennessee’s faction of Korean
organized crime when a mobster tries to shake down two former call girls
attempting to establish a legitimate business. Soon, bodies begin piling up—all
with a Korean connection—in Sam’s town of Prospect and nearby Knoxville.
Sorting truth from fiction calls for more than Sam and his officers can
handle, so he turns to the women in his life for assistance. His wife, Kate,
Sergeant Bettye Lambert and TV news anchor, Rachel Williamson contribute
significantly in clearing the convoluted homicides.
Now I have a few
questions for you – I have found readers do like to know fun things about us
writers.
1.) Who is your
favorite villain – it can be from a book (even one of yours), movie or TV show.
And why?
Jolie Blon’s Bounce
is one of James Lee Burke’s best books. James Lee Burke is one of my favorite
writers, and the antagonist of the book, the despicable Legion Guidry, might
qualify as the nastiest villain in literature. Burke writes descriptions like
few authors can. He tells us that Legion is in his mid-seventies, but looks
twenty years younger and is as lean and fit as an athletic forty-year-old. Guidry, a former plantation overseer, causes
Burke’s hero, Cajun Detective Dave Robicheaux, major problems and even gives
the veteran cop a good beating. But Legion isn’t just physically daunting. He’s
also a master of psychological warfare—not only causing physical damage, but
more than capable of inflicting mental anguish to his victims. Three quarters
of the way through the book, you wonder if Satan isn’t walking the turf of
south Louisiana.
2.) Who is your favorite character out of
your books? Why?
I can’t name
Sam Jenkins, the main character in all my books and stories because too many
people say Sam is a lot like me. He and I share many similarities, one of them
being an inflated ego, but even I couldn’t go that far. So, I unequivocally say
that Sergeant Bettye Lambert is my favorite. She’s a composite of a few people
I knew or worked with. Bettye was never destined to be as important as she has
become, but she seems to hold a lot of influence over me and throughout all the
stories, she’s taken on a very strong second fiddle role. She’s actually more
than that. Bettye is not only Sam’s administrative officer and occasional
partner on the road, but she’s almost his “handler.” She’s more politically
correct than Sam. He’s often impatient. She provides a soothing quality—She’s
half workplace spouse and half psychotherapist. Any boss would be happy to have
a few Bettyes on his team.
3.) What do genre do you write? What made
you pick that one?
I’ve had
seven novels and twenty-seven novelettes published—all in the mystery / police
procedural genre. I worked as a cop in New York for twenty years. Any officer
from a crowded, busy area leaves the job with a great many “war stories” under
his hat. When I decided to write fiction, I thought of the old author’s maxim:
Write what you know. I took a retired
New York detective and made him a police chief in rural east Tennessee, where I
now live. I’ve covered my bases. I know criminal investigations and the Smoky
Mountain region.
4.) What are you working on now?
I’m about
thirty-five thousand words into a novel I call A Bleak Prospect. It centers on the search for a serial killer the
press calls The Riverside Strangler. When the investigation is complete, many
lives will be drastically changed—for good guys and bad guys.
5.) What got you to start writing?
I started
writing non-fiction that coincided with a volunteer job I took at a Tennessee
state park shortly after we retired from New York. My basic responsibility was
to write publicity for the park’s living history program. That blossomed into
twenty-six magazine articles about colonial American history and then a spot
with a magazine where I had a semi-regular column on the fiction of James
Fenimore Cooper. After ten years of that, I just couldn’t dream up anything new
and exciting to say about the 18th century French and Indian War. So,
I handed the torch to someone else. But, I needed a creative outlet and
stacking manuscripts in a closet made more sense than finding a place to store
oil paintings or model airplanes. I decided to try my hand at fiction.
6.) Where do you get your ideas from?
I tell
everyone that I have a better memory than an imagination. Remember what I said
about tucking away twenty years of cop stories? Most of what I write is based
on one or more cases I investigated, supervised, or just knew a lot about. I
embellish them, because contrary to what Hollywood might lead us to believe,
police work isn’t always a thrill a minute. I fictionalize them with a little
of the added conflict and tension readers like so much, and to paraphrase Jack
Webb’s weekly disclaimer on “Dragnet,” I change the names to protect the
guilty—and to keep me out of civil court.
7.) What would people who read your work be
surprised to find out about you?
Many years
ago, while working as a uniformed cop, minding my own business, looking for
criminals, I ended up delivering three babies, one at a time, on separate
occasions…and five cats, all at once.
8.) Do you have any special talents?
Besides
writing the best cop fiction since Joe Wambaugh and being terribly modest, I
believe I was born with the ability to be a very good shooter. In the Army, I
qualified with more weapons than most people have ever seen, and I won two
Olympic gold medals for police combat shooting.
9.) What was the one piece of advice you
received when you were an aspiring author that has stuck with you? Why?
I met
veteran, award winning author Richard Peck when he dedicated the young adult
wing of our county library. I had just about finished my first novel, A New Prospect, and was attempting to
peddle it to agents. Not having the best of luck getting representation, I was
feeling the pangs of rejection. A mutual friend, a retired New York librarian,
told Peck about my book, which she had read. After a friendly pep talk, Richard
told me, “In publishing, you don’t have to be good, you have to be marketable.”
That advice made me feel better and has kept me from taking the business too
seriously.
10.) If you could talk to any famous figure
(present, past or fictional) who would it be and what would you talk about?
George
MacDonald Fraser wrote a series of historical fiction subtitled The Flashman Papers. Each book told of
the adventures of Harry Flashman, from his days as a young British Army officer
in the First Afghan War of 1839 through the early 20th Century when,
as a retired brigadier, Sir Harry was still getting into mischief all over the
world. Fraser describes Flashman as a
bully, poltroon, braggart and insatiable lecher. All those good qualities
aside, Old Flashy had an uncanny ability of running across all the famous
personalities in the world, from George Armstrong Custer to the Emperor Franz
Joseph…and possibly having an affair with their wives. He had been captured by
enemies often enough to qualify for frequent hostage points, but like a feral
cat, Flashman always landed on his feet and came out of the stickiest
situations smelling like a French bimbo. I think he could entertain me for
years. He’d talk, I’d listen.
11.) What song would you say describes your
life?
Just using
the title and not taking the lyrics literally, I’d say The Beach Boys’ old
song, “I Get Around.” I’ve travelled to
a lot of exotic places and have no intention of stopping. I mentioned my career
as a cop, but I also spent more than my share of time as a full-time and reserve
soldier. I’ve seen and done a few interesting things and met lots of interesting
people.
12.) If you could come back as any animal –
what would it be?
Since this
would be in a new and different life where I’d be starting things from scratch,
I’d like to be a Scottish terrier. We had one for seventeen years. She was my
best friend—someone I considered one of the most loyal and toughest individuals
I’d ever met—a great role model. And in public places, she attracted more
good-looking women than a hundred credit cards towed behind a brand new Corvette.
Blurb:
Long before there was much ado about the division of
North and South Korea at the 38th parallel, that land was known to the rest of
the world as Koryeo.
In those ancient days, a dynasty existed in Koryeo
called Chosun. To those people, the loose English translation of Koryeo meant
The Land of Morning Calm.
If you’ve ever been to the Korean countryside, you
know the phrase is appropriate. The same can be said for the Smoky Mountains of
East Tennessee.
But not all the time.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
For the last two years, I’ve spent nearly one third of
my life with Sergeant Bettye Lambert, my administrative officer and occasional
partner. We get along famously—most of the time.
At my age, you’d expect I’d know how to deal with
women, but experience shows I’m not as smart as I think. If I inherited the
ability to handle the opposite sex efficiently, I would have taken a different
job—like a hairdresser. But apparently in that area I’m hopeless. So I remain a
cop.
The main telephone rang on Bettye’s desk. If the
caller wanted me, she would buzz my phone and forward the call. Nothing
happened. Moments later, she stood in my office doorway, looking a little
miffed.
I could always tell when things weren’t going her way.
She cocked her left hip to the side and rested a hand there. I thought she
looked attractive. With her right hand, she leaned on the doorjamb and scowled
at me.
At least she isn’t holding a gun.
“It’s your friend—that cheap blonde,” she said.
“Who?”
Bettye shook her head, and her blonde ponytail swung
back and forth. “You know who.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t. Who are you talking about?”
“Well, you seemed to get along with her just fine. It
was me she didn’t like.”
“Huh?” I remained in the dark.
“You damn well know who I’m talkin’ about, Sam
Jenkins. That blonde we met on the Cecil Lovejoy case—that one from Chicago.”
“Ah-ha.” A light in my brain switched on.
“Yes, ah-ha. Now pick up your damn phone.”
Bettye gets away with saying things like that because
we both know how important she is to my little police department. And hearing a
note of jealousy in her voice boosts my ego.
“You’re beautiful when you’re angry,” I said. “Just
why are you angry?”
“Lord have mercy, you’re pathetic.”
I tried a smile. “That may be true, but you’re still
hopelessly in love with me.”
“Not after today, darlin’. I said answer the phone.
That one’s waitin’ for ya.” She turned and walked away.
Sergeant Lambert made reference to a woman named
Veronica Keeble. Two years ago, after a local man, one Cecil Lovejoy, was
murdered in Prospect, Bettye and I interviewed Mrs. Keeble. Sort of a suspect
at the time, Veronica was thirty-five-years-old, blonde and absolutely
gorgeous. Did I mention she was an ex-hooker?
I answered my phone, curious to learn what ‘that one’
had to say.
“Hello, this is Chief Jenkins.”
“Well, hello there. It’s been a long time.” She
sounded friendly.
“Yes, it sure has. How are you?”
“I’m fine, thanks. Were you the police chief when we
first met, or have you been promoted from detective?”
I remembered the time I interviewed her. On a warm
July day, we walked down the street where she lived, and I listened to the
intimate details of her earlier life.
“Yeah, I was the chief back then. We only have
thirteen cops here, so I get to play detective at times. I’d have to sweep the
floors, too, if the mayor caught me not looking busy.”
She laughed briefly, something a little husky and a
whole lot sexy. “I see. You must have a tough boss.”
I thought about Bettye. “Sometimes I wonder who the
boss is around here. What can I do for you, Mrs. Keeble?”
“The last time
we spoke, I thought we agreed on Sam and Roni.” Her voice sounded soft and
inviting.
Another memory—before we parted company, she asked my
first name, shook my hand and left me gazing into the most incredibly blue eyes
on the planet.
“We did. Okay, Roni, how can I help you?” I wondered
what I might be getting into.
“Did you ever find out who killed that awful man?”
“That’s a long story—sort of.”
She called me to learn the outcome of a two-year-old
case?
“You’ll have to tell me some time.”
“Sure, but first tell me why you called. I want to
know if I should be flattered because you remember me or act totally
professional.”
“Wow, how do I answer that?”
“Try the direct approach. Remember, I’m a civil
servant. You pay my salary. I, madam, am at your disposal.”
She used that soft and inviting sound again. “That
opens up all kinds of possibilities.”
The woman really had a way with words. I thought I’d
play along. I wasn’t busy.
“But,” she said, “I guess I should tell you why I
called before I forget.”
“Yes, ma’am. It’s your dime.”
“Well, I have a friend who just opened a business in
Prospect. I think she may need police assistance.”
“Really? Why didn’t she call?”
“I told her you and I had already met. I know it’s
been a while, but I still remember how nice you were. You listened to my story,
and you weren’t judgmental like someone else might have been. I thought you
were okay for a cop. I told her I’d call and see if you would help her.”
“Okay for a cop, but not so hot for a plumber or
delivery man?”
“Oh, stop, you’re just looking for compliments.”
“Maybe. I could be suffering from self-esteem
problems.” I allowed a few seconds for her to enjoy my self-deprecating humor.
“If she’s in some kind of trouble and it’s a police matter, of course I’ll
help. But I’m sure you understand I have to hear her story first.”
“I knew you’d do it.”
Roni Keeble didn’t say, ‘Yipee,’ but I could envision
her smiling. I still have a good memory. Did I mention the girl was gorgeous?
“Will you have lunch with us? I’ll introduce you, and
Sunny will explain everything.”
“Having lunch with a complainant and her friend isn’t
the usual way a policeman starts an investigation.”
“Lunch would be nice though, wouldn’t it?”
This is how a cop gets into trouble.
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Barbara,
ReplyDeleteThanks for inviting me to your blog to meet your fans and followers.
All the best,
Wayne
Author Barbara Donlon Bradley invited me to her blog and asked a few questions about me and my newest book, A TOUCH OF MORNING CALM. Take a look and see what the heck the title means.
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