One Dead Preacher

One Dead Preacher

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One Dead Preacher
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Format: Paperback, 208pp.
Publisher: Alexander Publishing Group
Pub. Date: April 2000

BlackWords, Inc. announces the publication of One Dead Preacher, a mystery/suspense novel by Chicago Writer, TONY LINDSAY. One Dead Preacher will be published under the downlow books pulp series imprint in April of 2000.

Security Firm CEO David Price is living the rewards of hard work and determination. Single, self-employed and satisfied with his life, he has it all. Things couldn’t be better. That is, until he meets sexy vixen Sugar Greer, a married woman with a dark history that she must hide and he vows to protect. When it’s all over, David and his client are left with blood on their hands. Caught in a cultic web of abuse, theft, and murder, David must get back on the streets to clear his name, a journey that will lead him to…One Dead Preacher!

A N E X C E R P T

I often want to be the man my ex-wife and my mother want me to be: a solid guy, a good Christian brother, one that comes straight home on pay day, one who doesn’t know where the floating crap game is, one who doesn’t know who’s got the good weed or which chick gives the best head, just a regular Joe, like my old man.

Author, Tony Lindsay & Publisher, Kwame Alexnder in Philly at NAACE 2000

He has no use for the streets or the people in them. Solid as a rock. I’d bet my right arm that he never cheated on my mother. The man got up at 3:45 a.m. Monday thru Friday for thirty years. Thirty years. I’d pass him in the mornings, me coming in, him going out. He’d ask me, "Ain’t you tired of them streets yet, boy?" I would tell him no. But if he were to ask me that question now, some twenty years later, my answer would be yes, without a doubt.

In the past, the streets have always been my refuge, my place to go when I need life to make sense. I knew what to expect from street life. It was the "normal life" that kept me banging my head against the wall.

If I was more like my old man, I wouldn’t be lying here breathing oxygen through a mask with .22 caliber bullet holes in my chest, my neck, and I hope to God, in my thigh and not in my jones. My neck is bandaged so I can’t look down, but she was aiming at my jones. I think I put my thigh in the way, but I ain’t really sure. I ain’t prayed in four years, but when I woke up in this hospital room, I asked God to let it be my thigh and not my jones. Everything hurts, so I can’t really tell. When I piss I don’t know where it’s going or where it’s coming from. The nurse put the television on the Christian station. I guess she heard me calling Jesus and figured I was a Christian…

Tony Lindsay lives with his wife and three daughters in Indiana. Educated at the University of Illinois, Chicago, he works in advertising and is completing a third novel. Regarding his writing, Lindsay says: "I just finished the novel Pimp by Iceberg Slim and it reminded me why I originally decided to be writer, to tell the stories of those that might not never be told, to make street people human in the eyes of the masses, that was the goal…When I started on One Dead Preacher it was to show the duality of a Black man living in this white democracy, my duality…" You can contact him at alin620525@aol.com

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