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April 17, by Scene of the Crime. My new thriller, Basic Law, the first in a trilogy, is available this week. And that is exactly how Kramer likes it. There is an element of suspense and thriller mixed in that can really get your blood moving. The plot is complex, and the historical details about middle-aged men and women trying to leave their radical youth behind them ring true.
Sam Kramer first appeared in a couple of my early unpublished novels. In celebration of the publication of Basic Law, I post here a much more recent short story iteration of him.
Outside, one of the Alpin Korps home on leave was having a wine with his girlfriend, his feathered peak cap on the table between them. He sat in his shirtsleeves to show how tough he was. She had the kind of skin that mottles in the cold. I tried The Owl next and found them in a rear booth by the ceramic stove. His hands were on the table, turning a foam-flecked glass of beer. I figured he had already told her.
Most of my friends are happy for me. Right, Sam? And quit looking so damned betrayed. She slapped him. I got up and left. Marty caught up with me on the street. She fell into step and put her arm through mine. We passed the old ramparts and turned out onto the Ring. I figured we could both do with a little exercise. A streetcar passed, dinging its bell at a car in the tracks.
The linden trees bordering the boulevard were bare of leaves now, skeletons against the bruised sky. I just know the feeling. So we had dinner together. I suggested we leave when she started talking about their sex problems. Spence came into town the next week. I went out to Schwechat Airport to meet him. He looked as ragged and furry-headed as ever. They gave him a rough time at customs, even taking the rubber stoppers off his aluminum pack frame.