About I HEARD YOU PAINT COWBOYS, A Counsel Fungo Thriller:
Part art heist, part con, part assassination thriller, part advertisement for commercial garbage disposals, heavily anti-gun lobby. Counsel Fungo, female bounty hunter, has art thief/forger/bail jumper Sebastian Leone in custody. She now owns his future. Leone pleads his way out of going to jail by dropping names of bigger fish, and Counsel hears one that interests her: Mercer Crawford, CEO of a large pro-gun activist group. Counsel disagrees with the CEO’s gun politics and looks to exploit his affinity for stolen art and embarrass him and his organization. The stakes increase when she learns of his other sideline: brokering illegal arms sales, the kind that can topple governments.
Aaron Pappas’s murder convictions were just overturned. He identifies as a man but was born a woman, and he re-enters society after thirty years in prison and excessive solitary confinement. The DA who convicted him, now a senator, is running for US president. Too much prison solitary does things to a person, all of them bad. Aaron can’t legally own a gun, but he can build one.
Days count down to the presidential campaign’s final debate. Counsel and her working dogs will be there. Crawford, his stolen art, and an eighteen-wheeler full of assault rifles will be nearby. Aaron will be there, and he will make history.
“Gritty, clever, intelligent, and shocking-all a reader could wish for in both a mystery and a thriller.” -Lisa Regan, USA Today and WSJ bestselling author
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Author Bio:
Chris has authored multiple thrillers: crime, political, espionage, horror. His newest: I HEARD YOU PAINT COWBOYS, a Counsel Fungo Thriller (an international Thriller Writers award winner 2024); CRADLE, a Maximum Risk Thriller (#1 Thriller, Digital Book Today, 2024). He’s a subject matter expert in none of the following, but his major characters are: firearms, billionaires, aviation, NASA, geology, any law enforcement agency, fugitive recovery, the Navy SEALs, crime scene cleaning, Hawaiian mobsters, US senators, and the Supreme Court. He’s never been a church custodian, nor has he ever suffered from polydactylism. (Go ahead, look it up, he’ll wait.) Chris wouldn’t trade his Philly upbringing of street sports played on blacktop and concrete, fistfights, brick and stone row houses, and twelve years of well-intentioned Catholic school discipline for a Philadelphia minute (think NY minute but fickler and less forgiving). Award-winning member of International Thriller Writers. He likes the pie more than the turkey. His mantra: “The thing I write will be the thing I write.”