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Road Markers
Road Markers
Road Markers
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Road Markers

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Dean is a forty-something sales rep for a company that ropes small, mostly blue-collar firms into long term cellphone plans. Heading home from a bad meeting, he begins to see evidence that he can will things to happen just by thinking about them. But will this tantalizing realization lead him to cross the line for good?

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Release dateAug 2, 2010
ISBN9781452325156
Road Markers
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Jason McIntyre

Born on the prairies, Jason McIntyre eventually lived and worked on Vancouver Island where the vibrant characters and vivid surroundings stayed with him and coalesced into what would become his novel, On The Gathering Storm. Before his time as an editor, writer and communications professional, he spent several years as a graphic designer and commercial artist. Jason is the author of more than two dozen short stories, several novellas and full-length fiction.Currently, Jason is at work on new novels and stories in the Dovetail Cove world -- companion books to BLED and SHED.His latest full-length novel, THE DEVIL'S RIGHT HAND, is out now!Synopsis:The saga began with The Night Walk Men, the #1 Kindle Suspense novella by Jason McIntyre. Now it continues with The Devil's Right Hand. And a war is brewing.Meet Benton Garamond. He's lost. He careens through the wet streets of downtown Vancouver on a collision course with a dirty lawyer named Levy Gillis. He wants something from Gillis and he aims to get it.Meet Donovan Lo, former drug kingpin and not bad with the ladies if you ask him. He's in hiding and has a plan to leave his empire for good. But something -- and someone -- aims to put a bullet through his last big score.Now meet Sperro. He has a lot to say about his job, about Benton Garamond and about Donovan Lo. Sperro will be your tour guide."We are Night Walk Men, imbued with the lives of at least ten men, and we walk among you like a blur, unseen but often sensed or smelled like pollen in the air when you can't see flowers--or the tingle you get when the hairs on your neck stand up."If you hear footsteps on the parched earth behind you, or if dry autumn leaves scrape concrete with a breeze, that's most likely one of us, walking just a little ahead or just a little behind. If it's dark and you climb into your car and for once--for no reason at all--wonder why you didn't check the back seat for strangers, one of my brothers is mostly likely back there as you drive off."We are everywhere at once and nothing can stop us. We are Death incarnate, walking under long robes of black and chasing down the winds to read from a discourse that may be the last words you'll hear..."Be prepared to shake The Devil's Right Hand.

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    Road Markers - Jason McIntyre

    Road Markers

    A Short Story by

    Jason McIntyre

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    My first thought, even before it hit, was that there was no way anyone would survive that.

    I was driving back from Comox with my briefcase open on the passenger seat and my head ticking down the clicks until I’d be in my bed, resting my stoned feeling head. The pitch had gone badly. Worse than badly, it had been a downright rip-fucking failure. Why did LeFevre always send me on these fucking goose-egg hunts?

    By the time I was twenty minutes into the lunch meeting I knew those guys would eat me whole. They saw that and I should have just shut my trap and ordered a salad, or the cheapest and quickest thing on the menu. These things sell themselves, LeFevre says. They sell themselves and you just have to show up with the plans outlined and then show the models. Oh and wear your nicest gray suit, pressed shirt and double-Windsor tie. You’ll have an order for twenty five before dessert hits the linen table cloth.

    Yeah. Absolument, Monsieur LeFevre. Abso-fucking-loo-mon.

    By dessert the lead contractors at Long and Shanlan were yawning and bored. They didn’t want pre-packaged smartphone plans from a second-party vendor. Who does? That kind of thing is so easy to manage yourself, even for a company of fifty employees. Why on earth would anyone buy our shit? I needed to get out. At that moment, when I passed around the black binder with the color-photocopies, it hit me. Just like that: I needed to get out. There just isn’t room in a person’s head, in a person’s life, to sell a bunch of shit to people that don’t need it. I had been doing this since

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