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Dear Readers, As I sit here on this first day of 2026, working on Chapter 50 of "The Art of Recompense," I wanted to take a moment to express my heartfelt gratitude to each of you who has followed Randal Saxby's journey through the Aspen mountains and beyond. Your continued support and enthusiasm for the DCI Saxby Detective Series have been the greatest gift a writer could ask for. With every comment, message, and review, you've breathed life into these characters and given p

The next thirty minutes were a blur of activity. We met the responders to my call at my gate. Emergency services arrived with impressive speed, given the conditions. Search and rescue teams fanned out, following the trail of disturbed snow where a vehicle had clearly left the road. Ransome and I led them to Sophie's parents SUV, rolled on its side in a ravine about a quarter mile from my property. Both parents were alive, injured but stable. The father had a broken leg, the m

The walk back seemed shorter, or perhaps I was just more focused on the mysterious package. Ransome stayed closer than usual, as if he'd picked up on my increased alertness.Snow continued to fall, fat flakes that caught in his fur and mine, creating a winter wonderland effect that would have been charming if I wasn't carrying an unknown package from an unknownsender. I pressed the second button on the remote and the garage door began to rise. This was the best place to drop o

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Chapter 11: Santa Clara in the Windshield The more I've read about Hoffmann's background, the more intrigued I am by his brilliance and...

Chapter 10 NEW SHERIFF IN TOWN  After parking the Range Rover in the garage, I head upstairs to see how my Patrol is doing. When I open...

Chapter 9: Going Postal Carrying his lead, Ransome charges up the steps and across the porch toward the door, then sits and waits for me...

Chapter 8: The Decision I return to my desk, the broadcast still fresh in my mind. Sorting through the piles that are mentally designated...

Chapter 7: The Hoffmann Case Emerges "You hungry, buddy?" I ask, watching as Ransome's ears perk up at the mention of food. In an...

Chapter 6: The Lost Summer Coco the Clown tumbled into the ring, his red and white costume brilliant under the lights, his painted face...

5 THE AFTERMATH As time passed, I followed Gemini from arm's length. Her trying to fit into the McKinzie world was like watching a square...

4 FLASHBACK: THE DISCOVERY I remember the moment like it was yesterday. Standing outside that Perth flat, my heart was pounding in my...

3 THE MCKINZIE CASE REFLECTION Taking a break, I rise and move to the window, my mind drifting to the case that changed everything - the...

I reach for the tumbler of scotch on the side table, which has a distinct dried fruit, ginger, and toffee aroma, before taking a sip. The...

The Lost Equation - book 1 of the Randal Saxby Series In the quiet comforts of his Aspen lodge with his wolf companion, retired detective...

“A lust for immortality drives technology without regard for the nature of man. Those who possess technology are seen as practitioners of...