You could call The Fontella Jones Chronicles a detective novel series, a mystery novel series, or a crime novel series. But they’re something much more than that. These are crossover stories that walk the edge of a precipice called political, social and racial correctness. They blur the line between reality and fiction and peel back the thin layer of society's civility, exposing the raw, roiling malevolence that lurks beneath.
The Chronicles are a portrait of a black female cop in flux. Caught in the hot, sweaty grip of a dimension between apathy and anarchy, she has taken a stand as a thinking human being in a place where prejudices can kill and a closed mind can destroy. A place where her whiskied searches on long, silent nights…for faith, strength, and truth…drag her through the sewers of the less positive pursuits of man: human slaughter, torture, and misery. Dispensing justice is her only solace. Enter the world of Fontella Jones at your own risk.
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Didja get down this far? Didja read that shit up top? Sounds like you’re enterin’ the Twilight Zone doesn’t it? It’s a zone all right. A zone they ain’t ever gonna show on TV or in the movies. It shouldn’t even be in books. Where does this Justeen bitch get off writin’ about me anyway? My name’s Fontella Jones, Telly for short. I’m a cop, a detective, a damned good detective in East St. Lawrence: a dying city entirely subsidized by strip clubs and a gambling boat that attracts the whites from across the Big River in Saint Lawrence.
I’m not one of those angry black women out there rainin’ down “race cards” on every alabaster head they see. I believe in equal opportunity. I’ll rain shit down on anybody’s head. I’ve been accused of black racism and white racism, and of being politically and socially correct or incorrect. On any given day I can be guilty of any of ‘em…sometimes all of ‘em. You don’t have to like it, you don’t have to understand it, but you do have to accept it if you wanna be in my show. There’s no color in my world, no shades of gray…only those who hurt people…and those who don’t. Period.
I carry a pair of lightweight, alloy Warthog 45s and I love to hear ‘em squeal. I catch you hurtin’ people, you’re gonna hear ‘em too. Things will get ugly real fast…and that’s when I’m NOT drinking! You don’t wanna catch me when I been drinking.