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CRUSH is coming back! The HEART ATTACK AND VINE launch party/book signing is approaching. Tuesday evening on November 15th, at Vroman’s Bookstore in Pasadena. Buy the book Kirkus describes as “Fast, light, and witty, Sutton’s second novel is a pleasure.” Publisher’s Weekly calls it “a terrific sequel… the multiplicity of suspects and red herrings is straight out of Agatha Christie.” I’ll be there, signing-pen in hand, and the always-entertaining Lee Goldberg will be interviewing me. We’re expecting a surprise musical guest to sing a little Tom Waits for us. And the publisher is supplying the hooch. Hope to see you.

A starred review from Kirkus for my next novel HEART ATTACK AND VINE, coming in November!


This fast-moving, wiseass, noir tale of murder and Hollywood features the return of bodyguard and bouncer Caleb Rush (Crush, 2015).

Crush (Caleb’s street name) has a simple task: his old friend Rachel Fury is paying him $500 to deliver an envelope and pick up a suitcase. The envelope is supposed to contain letters of transit from the movie Casablanca, for a collector of movie memorabilia. The suitcase is supposed to be full of cash, but both parties cheat each other. For her part, Rachel is “a part-time artist, part-time actress, and full-time grifter.” “It’s all a movie, Crush. And I’m the lead…conning rich bad guys and winning the heart of the Hunky Good-hearted Bodyguard Action Hero,” a perfect description of Crush. Like many of the characters, she’s manic and funny.


Is she an impostor? A ghost? Or is the answer even more chilling? It’s just the beginning of a dangerous, unpredictable, and bizarre odyssey for them both…where nothing is what it seems… and every minute counts. “


When the AFI scheduled a screening of DOUBLE INDEMNITY and said that Cain would be there in person, I had to go. I’d seen INDEMNITY before, of course, but never in a theater. And certainly never in the presence of the Master himself.


It’s like walking around a small room, exploring every corner. It’s one of the hardest kind of writing there is. To make a small thing profound is a daunting task. I started out writing dozens of short stories and collecting a bulletin board full of rejection slips from mystery magazines. I never got an acceptance. But I learned a lot.


I watched a special on magician-extraordinaire Ricky Jay, and it got me thinking. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, but it seems me that there are very few absolute masters of a given form left on earth. Here’s a tribute to some: