I grew up reading and admiring the authors who could get me so far into a book that regardless of my surroundings, I needed to finish the story. Breakfast, lunch, and even dinner had to take a backseat to whatever book I held in my hands. It's only natural to assume that I put friends and family on the back-burner… so to speak. I had to finish the book. After all, what would Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or Mickey Spillane say? Let us not forget Mr. Dashiell Hammett. These were my heroes. Sherlock Holmes would think his way into the culprit's mind, forcing them to give up. Every crook in town knew that Mike Hammer could live up to his name and literally hammer down the bad guy. How about the Thin Man and his wife, who would brow-beat, and if necessary shoot the bad guy in the foot or the arm. All the while enjoying a martini. Of course they did all this with their feisty little dog It seemed as though all it took was a street-smart detective to look into a case and before you could say, "another shot here bartender" or "well, Watson, I do believe we have succeeded." Then unfortunately, the book ran out of pages. Whether or not my pro antagonist, Jack Wills will ever be as well known as the fine detectives of my past, I don't know. I can only wish it so. Jack's first case starts out a new way of life for the post WW II warrior. Instead of peaking through key-holes or taking pictures of naughty spouses, he has to go around kicking the butts of people who are not of our world. So begins The Curator's Orb. His friends, both from childhood and adult-life help out when they can, but fighting supernatural entities requires a lot of hard work. Especially looking for an evil god inside a golden ball. I created Jack because I wanted to try a different approach to private detectives. As much as I would like to say it was easy to do this… uh, uh. It took some thinking and typing and erasing and more typing and more… you get the picture. There are three Jack Wills books so far. I do en