Grant Patterson
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Grant is a retired law enforcement officer and native of Vancouver, BC. He has also lived in Brazil. He has written fifteen books.
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Excuse Me, I'm Interested in Selling Out
Selling out, man. It's like, the worst, you know? Right now, it's not a problem for me. Somebody whose total sales in his career probably amount to a few hundred units is more concerned with selling than selling out. But the thought arises when I daydream about success: What if I was suddenly in a position to sell out? What if people would write me cheques just to put my name on something? Would I do it?
By Grant Patterson6 years ago in Journal
Belief Belongs in Church
This is a story about a dirty, lying little man named Carl Beech. It's also about a lot of people who were conned by him into not doing their jobs properly. It's about innocent men whose lives were ruined by complete bullshit. And it's about a country that threw out it's most cherished values in order to seem more "sensitive."
By Grant Patterson6 years ago in Criminal
The Reconciliation
Dzerzhinsky Square, Moscow November, 1937 I squinted through the falling snow at the entrance of the looming prison opposite me. A massive boulevard separates us, and, anyway, the hulking Chekisti next to me will not let me go any closer. I cinched my overcoat tighter against the Moscow chill. One Party ration card does not provide enough for winter here. And my Bogdan is no longer a Party member. The fool has ruined everything with his tongue.
By Grant Patterson6 years ago in The Swamp
Launch on Warning: A Novella (Pt 4)
NOVEMBER 11 OSCAR-01 0633 HOURS LOCAL 1233 HOURS ZULU Howe rose early, his head finally feeling somewhat better. Olerud had re-bandaged it last night, and a couple of tranks had kept the guilty nightmares at bay. All he could remember was a dream of a pleasant summer stroll to the Stave Church in Minot, holding hands with Sheree, while Dotty chased birds and chattered incessantly.
By Grant Patterson6 years ago in Serve
Launch on Warning: A Novella (Pt 5)
48.24.57 N 101.21.29 W 1510 HOURS LOCAL 2110 HOURS ZULU The sun was weak and low in the sky by the time they began to pass the first smashed and burned buildings on the base grounds. Howe could see the elementary school they were going to send Dotty off to next year in the distance, its roof smashed in as if by a petulant giant, its playground warped and twisted.
By Grant Patterson6 years ago in Serve
Launch on Warning: A Novella (Pt 3)
48.24.57 N 101.21.29 W 1211 HOURS LOCAL 1811 HOURS ZULU Most people living in and around Minot AFB heard the sirens. Some more attentive and knowledgeable residents, like the off-duty crews, might have seen the B-52s and KC-135s doing emergency starts off the alert pads with black, smoky roars, and firing into the air, headed for Russia. If not, they heard the Emergency Broadcast System cut off their TV program with its high-pitched wail of doom. But there was no time to do a damned thing about it.
By Grant Patterson6 years ago in Serve
Launch on Warning: A Novella (Pt 2)
THE KREMLIN CONFERENCE ROOM 2035 HOURS LOCAL 1735 HOURS ZULU The old men filed out of the conference room into the hallway. Veterans of Stalin’s time, their circadian rhythms permanently shifted as a result of years of late-night meetings, they were not used to concluding so quickly.
By Grant Patterson6 years ago in Serve
