Hunt For A Man Inside

City Hall Murder Case For Former Safe-Cracker
GAS CITY - It's the 1940's. Step with us into the dark streets of a busy metropolis. Busy in several ways. The City Mayor is forced to play the fall guy as corruption reaches the top of local government.
"What else is new?" reasoned Jack Sneaker, a private investigator of the old school. Then a hotshot from the Office of the City Attorney gets shot in Jack's office.
That was new. Within half an hour a blonde shows up asking Sneaker to find him. That's when things really got interesting.
Follow this ex-con turned private eye and his cool, deducting mind as he sneaks deeper and deeper into Man's inner and outer states, first to save his own life, then to uncover the mystery of A MAN INSIDE! More...
Killer Calling for Clueless California Youth Ministers

LOS ANGELES - Chris Jordan Jr and Danny Ferraro never wanted to be detectives. But they sort of had to. It was expected of them by an entire church congregation that claimed God was behind the idea.
The two youth pastors didn't buy it. Not after PI licenses came into the picture. And black suits and shades. And guns, albeit loaded with blanks. They bought it even less when a case fell upon them out of the sky.
What made it bad, lethal actually, was that neither of them had any idea what to do, even less what to expect, when faced with the calling of their lives.
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"It's a noisy job. It's a messy job. But somebody's gotta do it!"

DIABOLIS - "Resist the devil and he will flee from you," suggests the apostle James in his inspired Biblical contribution, chapter four verse seven. If you use a Beast Blaster and blow him to pieces, separate his head from his shoulders in a melon-like smash and splatter green goo all over the place, he might make a funny screeching sound in the process.
That's more or less the type of treatment any demon can expect from an encounter with the Demon Killaz. And that's what Stinga, Slick and Santoz call having fun at work.
They hate the devil. They've got enough scars in their own young lives to know the enemy is like a roaring lion going around seeking whom
he may devour. Destroying lives, conning people left, right and centre, blinding minds with notions, tricks and trash from the pit of hell. And they've had it up to here with it.

In the city of Diabolis, the Demon Killaz have waged war against Lucifer, or Lucy-Boy, as Stinga tends to call him. They're nailing him and his army at every turn they can, spreading mayhem as they do. Little is known about these three, a girl and two boys in their late teens. What little is known has been reported mostly from eyewitnesses. And they're more often than not so vague and differing to be of any real use to the police or anyone else.
There are no recorded identities attached to them and no-one knows where they came from. Except Father Clements, priest at Diabolis' south-west diocese headquartered at St Michael's cathedral. He found them. They were orphaned street kids and so incorrigible no school would let them come within visible range.
Patiently, lovingly and with great wisdom Father Clements, an ex-marine, got them back on track under his own roof. A demanding project during the course of which a number of nuns, deacons and retired professors suffered nervous breakdowns or were merely driven out of their minds.
Gradually the Trio broke. Like stubborn mustangs worn down by skill and experience and a stubbornness greater than their own. That of the firm upper hand of a Greater love. God won out. Seeds fell into virgin ground, died and took root. Something beautiful took shape. Thing is, none of this stupendous, astonishing success actually changed anything. Not outwardly anyway. In their hearts, that's where the revolution took place. That's where it had to take place. Inward eyes were opened and the ears of the spirit man became unblocked and began to hear and perceive.
Externally Stinga, Slick and Santoz were still incorrigible in the eyes of the world. Punky, obnoxious, rebellious, counter-cultural Jesus rebels and spirit-filled degenerates. Only now their formidable anger and drive was focused, sanctioned and grounded. What it may have lacked in control and sense of order it made up for in its sharp aim - straight at the devil and his crowd.

Father Clements soon realized their peculiar gifting and the signs of a very special calling on them. Incredible as it seemed, Stinga, Slick and Santoz were to take on the devil and the forces of evil in a way that could only be termed as face-to-face armed combat. For this reason he deemed it best to keep his three protégées under cover. He hid them from the roving eye of social services and government authorities and installed them in the only safe place he could think of. The crumbling attic of an old warehouse building on the outskirts of Diabolis.
A faded brick structure that served as a storage facility for the work among the poor and homeless. A work that Father Clements heads.
The place is full of goods that people have given away. Old vehicles, furniture, appliances, home electronics and tons and tons of old clothes. All second-hand. Here, among bats and cockroaches and the odd homeless cat, the Trio made their home. Set up their little office and workshop with whatever they found in the warehouse. Taking only the junkiest of all the stuff to meet their practical needs, assemble their gear, leaving the best for those it was intended. Somehow never appreciating that they also, in practice, were among those in need.
Stinga, Slick and Santoz were ready to go to work in the city of Diabolis, going head-to-head against the devil himself, in the shape of that volatile, heavily armed, disaster-rendering, demon-splattering outfit called the Demon Killaz! Catch their tour of mayhem in the Pulp7 book series!