We are very excited to be able to host on the website an exclusive web serial by Edward Morris, which is set in the Crooked Man alternate reality: Death, Inc., Book Zero of There Was a Crooked Man. The first installment is live, and–as is the way with Ed Morris–does not disappoint.
We’ll be posting new installments every Friday, until the tale is done.
Here’s a taste:
Clean Digital Audio Tape tone, and:
27 August 2002. Recording. Personal journal, off-duty, of-record, anybody finds this you’d better toss it in the trash or you gonna have a lot of ‘splainin’ to do in court one way or the other.
I will pistol-whip your ass, you listen beyond this, I will… Oh, hell, why am I even recording it, then?
Why, unless I expect the flunky of which I am about to speak to come knocking at my door with his terrible hands, his terrible eyes…
We all get The Knock, one day. But I am learning his ways, through the stories he leaves me on their skin. Almost as if…
But I can’t even think it…
‘K, that being said, tonight I have officially burned out on my chosen profession, and find myself wondering how I got here to begin with.
People often ask me, every time I speak before the Fraternal Order of Police, the Chinese Benevolent Society, or any big gathering of two or three or more of you civilians…What’s the weirdest case you’ve ever had?
It’s Friday. Before this Monday past, the weirdest case I’d ever had was this little dude we found frozen to death on the top of Locke Mountain with no identifying marks, no blunt trauma, nothing. No wallet, either. And nothing in his pockets but a bag of weed and a box of shotgun shells.