David L. Hoof

Sight Unseen

Halleck never heard the sharp crack until the bullet knocked him over. Lying bleeding and sightless, the brittle shards of snow gale-driven on his skin, another cold stabbed through him as he heard the little girl cry out.

Instinctively, numb with the wind and frozen with fear, he lifted his head, drew a breath and yelled, “Stay down.” Then he prayed that if there was a God she would stay down, that she would not get up, let herself into the deadly cross hairs that found him, that she at least would survive.

At the same moment, he felt his shoulder, the warm blood cooling in the gelid December blasts, he doubted that she could. Somewhere out there, up to half a mile away, hidden, unseen, unhurried, an expert sniper was lining up his next shot. He did not want Halleck. His bullets were not for him. They were for Janey. And unless he could think of something in the next three seconds, one of those bullets would find her, exploding her little head like a dropped melon.

Cold and powdery, the swirling snow had gathered knee-deep around him, miring him down. Throbbing in his shoulder, the pain, at first hot and sharp, was strangely dull. Not cold, he knew, but shock. And suddenly, unexpectedly, terrifyingly, he felt faint, dizzy.

Not now, he thought, please not now. Lifting his head again, exposing himself too much, he shouted, “Stay down, Janey. I’m coming.”

As he pulled himself toward her, another shot rang out.

Praise for Sight Unseen


"David Lorne writes suspense with undeniable skill, and has a rare gift for character..."

- Marjorie C. Williams, The Linden Press

"David Lorne is skilled at manipulating the crime/​suspense plot...He has a great sense of timing and talent for defining his characters."

- Shiela G. Nealon, Freundlich Books

"There's no doubt about that David Lorne knows what is takes to keep a story zipping along, and he certainly has a keen eye for details..."

- Eleanor Johnson, Arbor House

"David Lorne writes action as well or better than Robin Cook."

- Bernard Geis, Publisher

"David Lorne sure can write, no doubt about that..."

- Karen Lustgarten, Cause Celebre

Selected Works

suspense mystery
For every emerging independent woman today, men can be little better than annoying at best and downright monstrous at worst. A creation of a stolen NSA computer program, Fiona Halloran is launched into the present to assist faltering novelist Andy Delaney capture the market that has evaded him, the one for and about women. But there’s an emerging risk: increasing personal danger to them both. This doesn’t stop when they finish his latest novel, Babes & Bastards. It just spills over to the next best seller in a series starring Fiona Halloran, Nun No More. Look for it soon in a bookstore near you.
In the dying Montana town of Sanctuary, helf-Crow Deputy Redfawn Kravitz relentlessly tracks the killer of Senate candidate Jeb Holloway, who then starts picking off the best suspects, one-by-one.
Using only sounds as clues, a blind man must locate his six-year-old niece before kidnappers kill her.
historical mystery
Just before Oktoberfest in 1931, Adolf Hitler's niece and secret lover is found dead in a locked room in the Fuhrer's Munich flat. Pressured by the Nazis, the police rule it a suicide, but evidence suggests a cold blooded execution. If the killer can be outed, widespread outrage will thwart a maniac's rush to power.
Satire
A cheated wife goes way overboard to get revenge on - and a fair settlement from -- her uberrich husband, with terrifyingly hysterical results.
literary mystery
Little Gods is prep school noir, like A Separate Peace as if it were written by Alfred Hitchcock.
action adventure
A clandestine biowar attack on America reduces society to medieval chaos.
Fiction
Approaching Christmas, a winter blizzard locks Chicago in snow. Among its residents, retired FBI poisons expert Tad Lindholm is a haunted man. Haunted by his past, haunted by his recently dead lover Yvette, haunted by the long shadows of too many empty booze bottles, haunted by depression, and tempted by an arsenal of deadly doses to end it all. At the same time, he is trapped by lingering suspicions that he alone synthesized the traceless toxins responsible for recent deaths. Numb with stubbornness, encircled by intersecting mysteries, Lindholm pursues the real killers among his enemies, only to discover an unimaginably personal betrayal.