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A well-known Director of B-movie horror fare is found murdered in his home, the body arranged in ritualistic fashion. Detectives Strickland and Jacoby are charged with solving the crime. Their investigation carries them deep into the world of low budget film making and amongst the actresses, crew, characters and Directors who populate it. The trail leads them back in time to the Sixties and another notorious crime which resonates down to the present day. The two men must determine whether this murder is an isolated incident - or the beginning of a series of similar crimes, harkening back to the era of ‘peace and love’.

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Release dateMar 1, 2014
ISBN9781310861895
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Thomas Canfield

Canfield has had over ninety pieces of short fiction published, virtually all of them genre pieces in the fields of sf/f/mystery. That is, fiction rooted in an appreciation for the possibilities inherent in speculative literature - the license to stretch the envelope, not to be bound by formula and convention.Canfield's phobias run to politicians, lawyers and oil company executives. He likes dogs and beer.

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    Fade to Black - Thomas Canfield

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    Thomas Canfield

    Copyright 2014 Thomas Canfield

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    Chapter 1

    When the police discovered Billy Sloan, the murder hardly came as a surprise to anyone. It was almost to be expected, almost a matter of destiny. Almost. Sloan had been tied up, stabbed multiple times and left to choke on his own blood. Candelabra had been placed to either side of him so that he was bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight. A pentagram had been carved into his forehead, executed with painstaking precision and care. On a table at the far side of the room sat a human skull. It all seemed perfectly predictable. Outside of the unfortunate fact that Sloan was dead, it scarcely seemed worthy of notifying the Authorities at all.

    You know, Bret Strickland examined the scene with an air of bland impartiality, was this anybody other than Billy Sloan, I would say that we had a serious problem on our hands. Our killer would be tagged as deranged, an imminent threat to himself and to the community at large. But as it is, Strickland pursed his lips, all of this seems relatively normal and unremarkable. It’s not out of place in the least. In its own sick fashion, it seems curiously fitting and appropriate.

    Sloan was a director of low budget, B movie horror flicks. It was an art form he had mastered at the outset of his career and maintained a lifelong love affair with. Pod creatures, zombies, mutants, slimy, icky things which crawled up out of the swamp and terrorized prim suburban neighborhoods – Sloan had depicted them all in his movies. He was the Guru of Gore, the King of Carnage, the maestro who had replaced the baton with a machete. He mixed a dash of campiness with a headlong plunge into the dark, twisted underpinnings of the American subconscious. It was a formula which breathed new life into the genre and won Sloan legions of fans across the country. Only it had finally caught up with him, had finally come home to roost.

    I don’t know, Bret. Kirk Jacoby made a face. Wouldn’t be how I’d want to make my exit. I mean, this sort of thing would play well in a film, sure. But in real life? I’ll take a pass, thanks. I’ll stick with clean sheets and an IV drip. I’m partial to things which will ease me out of this world with a minimum of fuss and pain.

    That just proves that you lack the soul of an artist. Strickland looked at Jacoby’s rumpled

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