I’ve become pretty good friends with James Ellroy over the past couple of years, and it’s something I don’t really talk or write about too much.

The silky note of a saxophone. The echoes of a woman’s high heels down a deserted asphalt street. Steam rising from city vents to cloud the street-lit air. A man with a gun. A dame with a problem . . .

NOIR.

Back in January I was invited to write a story for an anthology which will be called Noir Fatale, edited by Kacey Ezell and Larry Correia and published by Baen Books. I've held off posting about the anthology since when Larry announced it I had not yet turned in my story. But, I turned in my story, which is near future science fiction, and the editor loved it, so I feel okay posting about it!