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"The Violin Player" by John Knoerle
The Violin Player
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Walter Sumner, 44-year-old owner of a Chicago trading firm, reluctantly takes his place at the head of the family table when his mother dies suddenly of a heart attack. When he attempts to post her date of death on the family’s GenealoG webpage he finds that her d.o.d. is already there. Walter does further research and discovers that his mother’s d.o.d. was posted before her death. As the primary heir to his mother’s estate the police consider Walter the prime suspect.  Then his wife’s d.o.d. is posted. And Walt Sumner desperately hunts this ghostly stalker as the clock ticks down.
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Walter Sumner, 44-year-old owner of a Chicago trading firm, reluctantly takes his place at the head of the family table when his mother dies suddenly of a heart attack. When he attempts to post her date of death on the family’s GenealoG webpage he finds that her d.o.d. is already there. Walter does further research and discovers that his mother’s d.o.d. was posted before her death.

As the primary heir to his mother’s estate the police consider Walter the prime suspect.  Then his wife’s d.o.d. is posted. And Walt Sumner desperately hunts this ghostly stalker as the clock ticks down.

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I waited patiently, imagine that. Waited in the dark chill of the lake breeze with only my inadequate impulse control to keep me warm while the Calvary Cemetery groundskeeper puttered about in his little three wheel cart gathering up trash and stray tools, stopping to upright a vase of flowers. (As the Poe[t] said, “Would a madman have been so wise as this?”) It was quite touching really, the old gent tending to his flock, keeping house in the boneyard. Despite what you may have heard, I can feel tender emotion. I’m not autistic, I have the ability to put my feet in the other guy’s moccasins - I didn’t bust out crying, I’m not a fag - but I thought it was kind of sweet.When the old fart finally locked up and drove off in his pole truck I waited some more. I didn’t have to do this, you understand. I was not under any suspicion, did not suffer from paranoid delusions, did not hear the silken sad uncertain surf whispering beware, Be-ware, BEEEE-WARREE!!! Not at all. I just wanted to make sure I was alone.

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About John

My first novel, "Crystal Meth Cowboys", was optioned by Fox TV. My second novel, "The Violin Player", won the Mayhaven Award for Fiction. I have just completed "The Proxy Assassin", Book Three of "The American Spy Trilogy", my first foray into first person storytelling.

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Published Reviews

Nov.29.2012

Knoerle hits precisely the right note of humility and bravado when his protagonist, American Office of Strategic Services agent Hal Schroeder, declares in the novel’s prologue: “You wouldn’t believe how...

Jan.24.2013

The Proxy Assassin

Book Three of the American Spy Trilogy

ForeWord Review

“Dumb cowards live longer than smart heroes,” quips...