New York Times best-selling Author Robert Dugoni  will be returning to ‘the scene of the crime’ (or at least the scene of the happy hour) when he does a book signing at the Tin Room for his latest release ‘The Conviction‘ starting at 5 p.m. on Tuesday, June 12.
Dugoni, a 2012 Harper Lee Prize Finalist, will speak and sign in one of his favorite haunts for his protagonist David Sloane, who lives in Burien’s Three Tree Point neighborhood (at least in his books).
Books will be available on site, courtesy Burien Books, or you can buy it online here .
The Tin Room is located at 923 SW 152nd Street in Olde Burien.
Dugoni has practiced as a civil litigator in San Francisco and Seattle for more than 17 years, and is a two-time winner of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association Literary contest. He is the author of Murder One, Bodily Harm, Wrongful Death, The Jury Master, and The Cyanide Canary.
Not only is he a very good Writer, but according to BTB Publisher/Editor Scott Schaefer, “Dugoni is also a very nice, friendly and helpful Artist who knows how to craft a story.” Schaefer recently took one of Bob’s all-day writing seminars, and is currently working on a future best-seller thanks to Bob’s advice.
Dugoni’s latest, The Conviction, has been called “a gripping new thriller about a father forced to take the law into his own hands to save his son.” Here’s a video trailer:
Here’s a synopsis of the new book:
Attorney David Sloane is desperate to get through to his troubled teenaged son, Jake. Still reeling from his mother’s brutal murder, the sixteen-year-old is spiraling out of control and Sloane has barely been able to keep him out of jail. When his old friend, detective Tom Molia, suggests taking their sons on a guys-only camping trip, Sloane seizes the opportunity to spend quality time with Jake while keeping him out of harm’s way.
The perfect getaway turns into a father’s nightmare, when Jake vandalizes a small town general store with Molia’s young son, T.J., as an unwitting accomplice. The boys are summarily tried, convicted, and sentenced to six months in the Fresh Start juvenile detention facility, a boot camp in California’s Gold Country wilderness.
As Sloane fights the conviction, he soon finds that county judge Earl Boykin bends the law to his will with an authority that seems to go unquestioned. Meanwhile, Jake and T.J. learn the hard way that Fresh Start has a very different purpose than rehabilitating troubled youths. For the first time, Sloane feels utterly paralyzed by the judicial system. With their legal options exhausted, Sloane and Molia will do anything to save their sons, even mount a daring rescue operation that could win the boys their freedom—or cost all of them their lives.
And here’s an excerpt from The Conviction set in the Tin Room:
The Tin Room
The following morning Sloane felt punch drunk, physically and emotionally spent. He hadn’t slept. When he closed his eyes he had a vision of a smiling Tina reaching out to him, but as he reached for her a trickle of blood escaped the corner of her mouth, the trickle becoming a torrent of red that spewed down the front of her white robe. He got up early. Alex too was awake, getting a bottle for CJ. She suggested exercise to relieve his stress.
Sloane ran up the steep hill from Three Tree Point to Burien, and by the time he reached The Tin Room he was gasping for air and perspiring profusely. Father Allen sat on a barstool with his back to the plate-glass window, alternately sipping a mug of tea and picking at a bran muffin in a stream of morning sun. When Sloane walked in Allen slid off the seat to shake hands, and Sloane thought Allen looked like a college kid home from school on summer break with his head of unkempt blond curls, baggy shorts with pockets to the knees, brown sandals, and a T-shirt that said ZEPPELIN LIVES. In actuality Allen was thirty-seven with degrees in theology and psychology. Along the way he had acquired a heavy dose of common sense. Sloane took a minute to greet Dan House, the Tin Room owner, and his mother, Chirlee, before sliding onto the stool beside Allen. Kelly brought him a hot tea and a tall glass of ice water.
“I thought you were ducking me because I kicked your butt in our last game of one-on-one,” Allen said.
“You played well,” Sloane said.
The priest considered him over the sound of a soccer game on the television and the rattle of plates in the kitchen. “No response? No comeback? No quip?”
“Sorry to bother you so early,” Sloane said.
“I’m a priest; if someone isn’t bothering me at an odd hour of the day or night I’m not doing my job.”
Sloane sipped his tea. One of the bartenders peeled lemons. Kelly carried a stack of glasses from the kitchen to arrange on the shelf beneath the hanging sheet metal roller. “I need some advice, Allen. It involves Jake.” Allen waited. “He’s back living with me.”
“I don’t sense a lot of joy in that statement.”
Sloane explained what had transpired. Finishing, he asked, “Any words of wisdom?”
“Such as Jake is crying out for help? I think you know that already.”
“He doesn’t want my help; he doesn’t want to be here.”
“That’s what he’s saying; it isn’t likely what he’s feeling. Violent outbursts and mood swings can be associated with the alcohol or drug abuse, but the real question is what is driving Jake to the alcohol
“Pain,” Sloane said, knowing well the agony of a child who witnesses the brutal murder of his mother.
“The problem with you is you’re always stealing my diagnosis.” Allen was equally familiar with Sloane’s background, and knew that Sloane had also witnessed the murder of his mother. “One of the
characteristic symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder is the person reexperiencing a trauma either through nightmares, flashbacks, or intrusive thoughts—you can’t get an image out of your head.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“Another is avoidance. The person will avoid the activities, places, and people he associates with the trauma. You said Jake seemed tired to you, listless, that he’s constantly wearing his headphones,
listening to music.”
“He’s trying to tune out these intrusive thoughts,” Sloane said, feeling more guilt for making Jake shut off the music.
“When he should be sleeping he’s likely up late, listening to music, trying to avoid whatever it is that comes in the night. A prolonged lack of sleep can have a pronounced effect on a person’s ability to function and to concentrate, and on his mood. The alcohol and drugs became a means to escape.”
“So it isn’t just an act of defiance,” Sloane said.
“It’s an act of self-preservation. So is pushing you away.”
“Because he associates me with Tina’s death.”
Allen nodded. “You were there. You’re part of his nightmare. He sees you and he recalls that night and what happened. You also have to consider this from Jake’s perspective. Where were you the last nine months? What interest did you take in his life, his studies, his friends, in his schoolwork?”
Sloane didn’t answer.
“Is it a difficult question to answer or just to hear?” Allen raised his voice.
“I had that trial and then the aftermath with Barclay.”
“Uh-huh. And now you want to gallop back into Jake’s life and take on the role of ‘Dad’ again. Here comes David Sloane, the knight in shining armor to save another day.”
The bartender stopped peeling the lemon. Sloane leaned closer. “What else was I supposed to do, leave him there?”
“Why not? You left him there for nearly two years and didn’t care what happened to him.”
“That’s uncalled for, Allen.”
“What? This isn’t the reaction you expected? Did I disappoint you?”
Sloane paused. “Touché.”
“Dugoni is at his best in the action scenes, which are the foundation of his narrative. Fans of John Grisham and Scott Turow will be pleased with this offering.”
– The Library JournalFacebook Twitter Subscribe