SNIFF: Book 1 of The SNIFF, SMOKE, SHOOT Series

Some would say l'm slick with the lingo. Other people will tell you other things. I've been a wheeler and dealer my entire life. I've had some monster wins, and I've taken some big hits. You're going to read about the worst of it. Of course, there's a woman involved. Isn’t there always?

Not your thing? Don't worry. There’s a plethora of other players in the story.

Let's see, there's a hooker gone legit, and a general who’s in love with her. There are Muslim drug lords, now in real estate. A wannabe pimp with a fetish for green, and a Venezuelan hillbilly who struck it rich, like oil rich. Not to mention an African prince with no shot at ever being a king. More millionaires, a couple of billionaires. Kidnappers and a Russian Shylock I call "Yak-off." And oh, I can't leave out The Count. A Frenchy, who fancies himself a mobster…in the Med.

Spoiler alert: He gets whacked.

The "good guys" do eventually show up. Most of 'em in those stupid blue windbreakers, three dumbass letters across the back in case the crewcuts and aviators didn't make it clear enough. These stories are going to spin you on your head, but that's it for the teaser.

I'll see you on the inside.

—Bank Robbin' Dave