NORB VONNEGUT

She didn’t buy the explanation. She concluded that I was suffering from an Internet porn addiction. And one Saturday, while I was exercising in our basement, she sneaked into my office with a zip drive and a mission.

My new Grove O’Rourke thriller, Mr. President, is here today. It’s a short eBook available online at Barnes and Noble and Amazon. Here’s a short synopsis of the plot:

“Channel checks?” Phoebe wanted to help these men. They were FBI after all. But she didn’t like them. Not one bit. “I was looking for a toy. Not a television.”

“This is classic mosaic theory.”

“What’s this got to do with art projects?” she asked. “I was trying to get the skinny on helicopters.”