I finally have the blurb of my forthcoming novel, Airtight (http://www.amazon.com/Airtight-ebook/dp/B0081SA4Y0/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&qid=1337439587&sr=8-1), to be published on November 20th:
It’s a Friday afternoon in October 1970, on a college campus in western Pennsylvania, and Nick Copeland is quietly going out of his mind. On the brink of throwing himself out the window, he decides instead to summon the student next door, Rob Johnson, to help him through his crisis, and shortly afterwards, now fast friends bonded over Nick’s altogether outstandingly final LSD trip, they undertake a risky drug deal in Cincinnati, purchasing six-hundred dollars’ worth of low-grade, utterly unsellable pot that they eventually trade for what they believe is high-grade heroin. Which, of course, they can’t sell, either.
Cut to thirty years later.
Once-successful advertising executive Nick Copeland runs into once-fairly successful attorney Rob Johnson at a jobs fair in Manhattan. Nick has a family and a house and a lifestyle he fears he’s on the brink of losing; Rob has already lost his wife and his job, and sees nothing ahead of him in this economy except for endless nights of basic cable and take-out Chinese. Two men on the fast track to oblivion.
Over drinks, they reminisce about their heady college days, until it occurs to them that the answer to their troubles may be lying in wait for them: two airtight jars full of the white powder they’d ended up burying on the outskirts of their old college campus, which in this market might be worth a few million. They can go back during Homecoming Weekend, dig up the jars and sell them in New York City to someone connected to one of Rob’s former clients, now serving a long sentence for narcotics possession in Attica prison. It’s the answer to all their problems.
By returning to their old college—a journey back to the heady, reckless times of their youth—they not only retrieve the two jars, but, for Nick at least, there’s a return to memory, to decisions made and regretted. But this is also a crime story, and as they're preparing to sell the dope, the man Rob thought was doing time steps forth to clinch the deal. But is he what he claims to be? Or have they unsuspectingly walked into a plot devised by the police?
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