There are times when the truth invites evil, and there are times when the truth can get you killed. Few residents in the secluded mountain-town of Winston, Colorado, have kind words to say about local troublemaker Sean Coleman. He's a bully, a drunk, and a crime-show addicted armchair detective with an overactive imagination. After a night of poor judgment, Sean finds himself the sole witness to the unusual suicide of a mysterious stranger. With the body whisked away in the chilling rapids of a raging river, no one believes Sean's account. When his claim is met with doubt and mockery from the people of Winston, Sean embarks on a far-reaching crusade that takes him across the country in search of the dead man's identity and personal vindication. He hopes to find redemption and the truth---but sometimes the truth is better left unknown.
A lifelong Coloradoan, along with his wife and two children, John Daly graduated from the University of Northern Colorado with a degree in business administration and computer information systems.
With a thirst for creative expression that went beyond the logic and absolutes of computer programming, John developed an interest in writing.
He currently writes political, cultural, and media analysis columns for a national news website.
I've been surprised by how many people who've read my book bring up this scene to me. Apparently, there's something quite memorable about a belch making up part of a meal.
From a Dead Sleep
His lips curled in satisfaction when he felt an aluminum cylinder in his hand. Out came an unopened can of beer that had dwelled there unnoticed for months. Sean pulled himself to a seated position and straightened his stiff neck before punching open the tab. Warm but wet, the contents felt good sliding down his parched throat. It would have gone better with the pizza he’d devoured last night, but a dry belch of layered cheese and pepperoni did make for a more complete breakfast.