Mary-Lou, the woman Irons falls for, becomes victim of a serial killer the papers call "Mr. Wizard." The murderer is rampaging through North Beach in San Francisco; his prostitutes and strippers. With the SFPD on strike and the one remaining detective on duty refusing to believe the killer is sacrificing victims to conjure a demon, a furious Irons stalks the killer through the seedy underbelly of The City. But Irons is no detective. Before he can chase down the clues, Mr. Wizard is already on his trail.
Eric Turowski is the author of Willing Servants, 21st Century Pulp, as well as numerous short stories. He is the general manager and part owner of the Alameda Sun newspaper in Alameda, California, as well as a resident of that fair city.
Interests are writing, fencing, anthropology, ghost hunting, painting, drawing, inventing things already invented, cryptozoology, dinosaurs, playing guitar and being an american "idle".
Like to write and play music, punk rock, for the most part. Influences are the Beatles, the Ramones, Blue Oyster Cult, David Bowie and the Buzzcocks.
Some favorite movies are Jaws, the Exorcist, Buckaroo Bonzai and Star Wars. Anything with zombies, big bugs and demons a big plus here, love the blood and gore of a horror flick. I can also appreciate a really bad B movie as well.
Television shows I enjoy are Eureka, Sesame Street, Josie &; The Pussycats, Scoobie Doo, X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Night Stalker, Lost, Murder and Ghost Hunters(to name a few).
Heroes besides my mother, father,and girlfriend... Darren McGavin, William Shatner and Stan (the man) Lee. Batman, of course...why? He can kick Supermans ass and he has no super powers! Plus he has all the cool toys!
This one sees Irons take a turn for the slightly more sentimental – in spite of himself – falling for a gal that ends up as a crime statistic in a string of unexplained murders. In his defense, he was just looking to have some fun with a stripper, but there was just something about her that, alongside other story beats and choices, once again pushes this one firmly into noir(ons) territory.