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About Laya V Smith
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I grew up in a very loving and supportive family, but they are also very loud, stubborn, and argumentative. Since I was quiet, bookish and basically took care of myself, I didn't always get a lot of attention. I retreated into myself. I read the books in my family's large home library, many of which had been passed down from my grandmother, herself a brilliant writer. And I have vivid memories of playing alone in my room with my dolls and stuffed animals. I developed elaborate and complex backstories for all of my toys and saw them through hundreds of harrowing adventures. Bit by bit, I became consumed by fictional worlds, both those I read about and the ones I created. The characters became as real to me as any person I'd ever known. As the years passed, those voices stayed with me. Often times I had no control over them. They said and did as they pleased and I was just an attentive observer. Whenever I was anxious, frightened, depressed, or even just bored, I could retreat into my own mind with the people I had created. It became clear to me that those people deserved to have their stories written down and shared, and it was my responsibility to try to learn how to write them well. It was the only way to shut them up.
Now much older, though probably no wiser, I have completed twelve novels, several plays and screenplays, and too many short stories to remember. I write in the genres of thriller, horror, speculative fiction, dystopia and low fantasy. Other than reading and writing, I enjoy stand-up comedy, terrible movies, ugly dogs, red wine, stinky cheese, travel and simply spending time with my friends and family.
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"This tasty 1950s L.A. noir crime novel goes down smoother than an Old Fashioned. Highly recommended." –Best Thrillers
Los Angeles, 1954.
Sending a pair of mass murderers to the chair got his name in the papers, but veteran fighter pilot turned detective, Augy Small, couldn’t celebrate. The culprits confessed, but the cops only ever found one body. Who had the killers died to protect?
Katya Tyler, a Russian enigma with a wad of cash in one hand and a hit list in the other, claims to have the answers. First, she wants Augy’s help to bring down a massive underground network of human traffickers.
As the case unfolds, every clue is an echo of his past. The horrors he experienced in the Pacific, shadows of scars he still carries, and rumors of a place long since destroyed. The Lumbermill is back in operation. Every day more innocents are harvested, their screams muffled in darkness. And the only way Augy can stop it is to go back into the nightmare he thought he’d escaped forever.