When I finished the first Frank Nagler book, “The Swamps of Jersey,”  I asked myself , Okay, now what do I do?  Where is the second book coming from?

So I did this time what I did the last time: Start writing and see what happens.

What happened is “A Game Called Dead,” and this time someone is trying to kill  Nagler and all his associates.

The opening:

“The air was industrial, bruised, like water washed in oil, breath filtered through dirt and hung out to dry, a speckled white sheet upon which the city wiped its wet fingers.

The bare whistled moan of a morning transit train crossing Morris was wrapped in the soft fog of dawn, the colored day muted to gray, padded to silence.

On the eastern hills, life as blood-crimson sunlight leaked along the ridgeline, dripped down craggy slopes to pool on the valley floor.”

A reminder, I am on a mystery writer’s panel at the BooksNJ2015 fair at Paramus Public Library from 1 to 1:40 p.m. Sunday, June 14.

The book festival runs from 1 to 5 p.m.

The panel runs from 1 to 1:40 p.m.

Information at: http://www.booksnj.org