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.
A good friend of mine is a huge football fan. He owns a flashy CU Buffs velour jogging suit that he frequently wears in public, much to the chagrin of his wife who finds it embarrassing. The cheesy outfit has become an ongoing joke within in our circle of friends, and it compelled me to make a bit character in the book dress in a similar way. Why? Well, I wanted the character to somehow draw immediate, unflattering attention to himself. From experience, I knew that putting him in a velour jogging suit would accomplish that.
From a Dead Sleep
Sean had grown mildly irritated with the screechy street-slang spewing out of a skinny loudmouth that had stepped in with a much quieter friend shortly after Sean had sat down. The loudmouth, probably in his early twenties, was clad in an aqua and orange University of Miami velour jogging suit—probably the only such jogging suit that existed within a two-hundred-mile radius.