A hardboiled 1958 Hollywood detective noir, with a classic horror movie twist.

Stitched together from the parts of better detectives, Beek is virtually immortal, but born yesterday when it comes to life and love. He might also be the Frankenstein monster. As muscle for the Hollywood mob, he is no friend of the LAPD, and when Beek’s favorite waitress turns up dead, all clues point to him. Through a tawdry Tinsel Town filled with B-movie producers, pornographers, and mad doctors, Beek uncovers a sordid tale of obsession and debasement that forces him to confront the blind spot in his own artificial soul.

47,500 word novel, now in submission

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