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Twenty-six years ago, beautiful starlet Bridget Burgeon was found dead in her Hollywood apartment. Sleeping pills, the coroner ruled, but many...

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Comedy legend Johnny Leland has called in his chips. He's organizing a charity telethon and needs TV cop Richard Belzer to cohost. Not one to let down an old friend — much less the guy who gave him his start in stand-up comedy — The Belz gets ready to head out to Las Vegas for the headlining event when he receives a mysterious phone call.

Twenty-six years ago, beautiful starlet Bridget Burgeon was found dead in her Hollywood apartment. Sleeping pills, the coroner ruled, but many questioned whether her relationship with handsome, up-and-coming California congressman Mark Kaye played a role. Kaye's death in a tragic auto accident put an end to any investigation but not to the speculation. Conspiracy theorists have been working overtime ever since, and Paul Venchus, an old newspaper colleague whom Richard hasn't seen in thirty years, claims to have made a breakthrough in the case. A well-known conspiracy theorist himself, The Belz can't resist hearing him out and agrees to meet.

When Venchus turns up dead and a wacky, self-proclaimed female psychic shows up at his hotel in Vegas insisting that Belzer continue their investigation, he reluctantly relents. Relying on The Belz's TV cop know-how and celebrity status, they begin to piece together a series of mysterious deaths that, while rooted a quarter of a century in the past, present some very real dangers in the present. As the bodies start piling up, Belzer finds a legendary hit man hot on his trail and must utilize all of his talents not only to pull off a successful telethon but to solve one of our history's most scandalous conspiracies before his Vegas stint becomes his closing act.

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Actor and comic Belzer, best known for his long-running portrayal of the acerbic detective John Munch on the TV series Homicide and Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, fares much better with his second light crime novel featuring himself as the amateur sleuth. Both the plotting and the prose are sharper than in 2008's I Am Not a Cop! and offer promise that future books may be better still. Just before Belzer leaves New York City for Las Vegas to cohost a charity telethon, Paul Venchus, with whom Belzer once worked as a reporter, calls and asks for his help cracking a conspiracy. Venchus claims the suspicious deaths of a Marilyn Monroe–like actress and her congressman lover were actually murders. After Venchus turns up dead himself, possibly from an alcohol overdose, his girlfriend comes to Vegas to implore Belzer to investigate. Despite a deus ex machina, snappy dialogue and solid pacing makes this a success on its own terms. (Oct.)
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Law and Order's Detective Munch takes a break from the Special Victims Unit to pen a tale of murder and corruption in the fantasy capital of the world. After taking pains to vaunt his civilian status in I Am Not a Cop! (2008), TV star Belzer can't resist the urge to snoop like a lawman. While in Las Vegas to help old friend Johnny Leland with his telethon, "Richard Belzer" (the author's metafictional alter ego) gets sucked into a side trip to Los Angeles to hear his older friend Paul Venchus' conspiracy theory about the decades-old case of starlet Brigid Burgeon, who was killed while filming with Johnny's former partner Sal Fabell. Paul thinks Brigid's demise was triggered by her liaison with congressman Mark Kaye Jr., himself killed in a car crash ten months later. But though Belz expectantly chomps a cheesesteak with fries at Phil's Deli, Venchus never shows. Back in Vegas, Belz learns that his buddy has joined Brigid and Mark in the great beyond. He doesn't think Venchus' death is foul play until psychic Veronica Holmes hops a Greyhound through the desert to confront him. Veronica's aunt, gossip columnist Constance Penroy, died shortly after Brigid, and Veronica's sure their deaths are linked. Still skeptical, Belz goes with Veronica to meet Brigid's mother. When her trailer bursts into flames moments after their visit, his detective instincts kick in for good. Noncop, nonpsychic Belzer wisecracks his way from coast to coast.
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  • ISBN-13: 9781416570899
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
  • Publication date: 10/6/2009
  • Pages: 272
  • Product dimensions: 6.46 (w) x 9.58 (h) x 0.93 (d)

Meet the Author

Richard Belzer

Richard Belzer plays the acerbic Detective John Munch on Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, after first portraying Munch on NBC’s critically acclaimed drama series Homicide: Life on the Street. In fact, Belzer has made television history by portraying Detective Munch in ten different television series, including Law & Order, The Wire, and Arrested Development. A veteran stand-up comic, actor, and talk-show host, he appeared in such films as Fame and Scarface; starred in The Richard Belzer Show on Cinemax, his own HBO special, Another Lone Nut; and The Belzer Connection for the SciFi Channel. Belzer is author of I Am Not A Cop!, UFOs, JFK, and Elvis: Conspiracies You Don't Have to Be Crazy to Believe, and coauthor of How to Be a Stand-Up Comic. He divides his time between France and New York City.

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CHAPTER 1

I watched my part-Lab, part-mutt, Django, and my part-poodle, part-mutt, Bebe, run through the park, circling some bushes and zigzagging between a couple of benches, startling the young couple who had been sitting there immersed in each other. Owing to the season, early February, it could almost be considered a rite of the false-spring we’d been experiencing in the Big Apple. As I kept an eye on the frisky dogs, I was feeling a bit of the old false-spring fever myself, and longed to wrap up this year’s filming and head back to my home in France. But first, I had another commitment.

I whistled and their ears shot up. Like they were attuned to catch their master’s voice, even in the middle of Manhattan. They changed direction, moving as synchronously as the Blue Angels in flight, and trotted back toward me. Ah, the simple joys of life when you’re a dog. Or a stand-up comic/television star with a couple days off.

A pair of NYPD’s finest rolled by in a blue-and-white, the officer in the passenger’s seat giving the thumbs-up sign.

“Great episode last night, Belz,” he yelled.

I waved as both dogs came to a stop at my feet and obediently sat down. As I refastened their leashes, my cell phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but it had an LA area code. I wondered who the hell this could be, and against my better judgment, answered it anyway.

“Richard Belzer, is that you?” the voice asked.

“Yeah.”

After a few seconds the voice said, “It’s Paul.”

Paul? I knew quite a few Pauls, and this one sounded like he’d imbibed his lunch. Actually, it would be closer to his breakfast time if he was calling from La La Land. “Paul who?”

“Paul Venchus.” His tone sounded both hurt and surprised. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me.”

It was close, but I actually did. “Damn, what’s it been? Thirty-some years?”

He laughed. “Yeah, thirty-something. Man, you sound the same. Exactly the same.” His words ran together, slurring with a drunk’s sloppiness.

“Yeah, right,” I said. “How you been?”

His voice brought back a period of my life full of bittersweet memories. Paul Venchus and I had been reporters at the Bridgeport Connecticut Post back in my college days, when we’d meet at McDonald’s and write jokes on the back of the paper napkins, dreaming of a career in stand-up comedy. Mine had finally taken me to some of the smaller clubs on the Atlantic City circuit, and eventually I moved up from there. I left the newspaper on good terms. The same couldn’t be said for Paul. I’d come back from a gig in New York and found out through the grapevine that he’d been fired for showing up drunk one too many times.

Some things never change, I guess, or if they do, they don’t change much.

“I been doing all right, Belz,” he said. “And …” His voice took on a conspiratorial whisper. “I’m working on something big. Real big. And I think you’ll be interested.”

Now, any of you who’ve read my previous books, like UFOs, JFK, and Elvis: Conspiracies You Don’t Have to Be Crazy to Believe, know I’m no stranger to the art of conspiracy theories. But mine have to be grounded in fact, more or less. It sounded like Paul’s might be anchored in a bottle of Jim Beam. This was one Pandora’s box I wasn’t sure I wanted to open. He didn’t let my silence deter him.

“Belz, listen. I know who really killed Brigid Burgeon. And there’s more. Way more.”

I gave it a few more beats, then tried to sound as noncommittal as I could. “That’s almost ancient history now.”

He snorted. “I know you’re thinking I’m full of shit, but I’ve got the goods on some big people. Real big.”

Every conspiracy theorist’s dream. “Like who?”

“Shhh, not on the phone,” he said. “This is your cell, right?”

“Yeah, and how’d you get it, by the way?”

“Belz, I—” He stopped and I could hear him in a brief conversation with someone else. “Look, I can’t go into that right now. I need to meet with you. You’re still filming in New York, right?”

I could’ve said no to the whole thing, and avoided a lot of trouble, but I tried for a gentler brush-off. “Actually, no. I’ve got a week or so off from the show, but I have another commitment.” Mistake Number One.

I could hear his sonorous breathing—the sure sign of deep concentration. “You gonna be in L.A. anytime soon?”

“Not really. I’ll be in Vegas cohosting a telethon with Johnny Leland.”

His tone picked up. “Vegas is perfect. I just got back from there myself. It’s where my source is. And it’s only a quick road trip away from L.A.”

I certainly didn’t want him showing up at the show, especially in his usual condition. Dino’s old “drunk routine” might have worked with the Rat Pack, but it would be a disaster on a prime-time telethon. Time to nip it in the bud, as the late, great Don Knotts used to say. “Paul, I told you, I’m involved in a telethon. It’s to benefit charity, and it’s nonstop, around the clock.”

“Belz, you gotta listen to me.” His voice picked up animation as he talked, almost obscuring the faint trace of the boozy slur. “Like I told you, I got the scoop on who really killed Brigid Burgeon. Mark Kaye Jr., too.”

“You and half the rag writers in L.A., I’ll bet.” Although a little voice was telling me to extricate myself from this conversation and then see about getting a new cell number, another voice was urging me to hear what he had to say. I’ve always been a soft touch for an old friend. Especially one with a conspiracy theory. “So what kind of an angle you got?”

“I told you, not on the phone. Lots of people involved in a huge cover-up. Puts Iran-Contra to shame. And I know who did it and why.”

Iran-Contra? Now I suspected he might have been on some kind of heavy psych-op drugs in addition to the booze. “Iran-Contra’s not exactly cutting-edge news anymore, either.”

“Yeah, yeah, I was just being metaphorical, but you got the connections in law enforcement we need to do something with this.”

“Listen, I am not a cop.”

“Yeah, yeah, I gotcha. When you leaving for Vegas?”

“Tomorow,” I said, realizing I’d just made Mistake Number Two.

“Great, call me when you touch down.” He rattled off his number but it was already on my LCD screen. “Got it?”

“Yeah, Paul, but—”

“Belz, please.” His voice suddenly took on a drunk’s plaintive lilt. “Call me, okay?” Before I could answer, he added, “I gotta go. I’ll be in touch,” and hung up.

The dogs looked up at me, their chocolate eyes almost echoing what my good judgment was telling me. Django cocked her big, dark head and Bebe’s tongue lashed out to slick back some errant gray fur. I sighed and met their reproachful stares.

“Look, he used to be a really good friend, and I could tell by his tone that he really thinks he’s onto something.” Django’s head tilted slightly. “I know, I know, I can’t be sure unless I could read his mind, and I’m no psychic. But I don’t think it was all due to the booze. Plus, he’s coming to me because he thinks I have connections in law enforcement … and I do, sort of, but …”

I was suddenly cognizant that the pair of young lovers had been listening to my phone conversation, and were now watching me explain myself to two dogs.

Oh well, I thought with a shrug. I am not a cop or a psychic.

• • •

I pondered all this the next day as I leaned back in my first-class seat and studied the occasional clump of cottony clouds down below us. They looked like a frozen sea, so firm and substantial that you could almost imagine getting out and walking on them. The stuff illusions were made of.

Illusions … Leave it to good old Paul to resurrect a story from a moldy grave. It was more than twenty-six years since Brigid Burgeon had been in the movies. A generation ago now. Sure, she was beautiful, and some argued that she even had some real acting talent. She had made just a handful of pictures when she died unexpectedly—“found in the nude,” the papers had said. Her last picture, a screwball comedy with movie star/ singer Sal Fabell, was never completed. All this probably wouldn’t have separated her from all the other young, talented rising stars who have heard the Grim Reaper’s beckoning call, except that Brigid’s not-so-secret boyfriend at the time was an equally charismatic young California congressman named Mark Kaye Jr. Kaye had the looks of a movie star himself, but the intellect of a flying squirrel, and the sexual fidelity of a rabbit. Although he was married to a gorgeous trophy wife, he was rumored to have trouble keeping his pants on in the presence of attractive women. His brother, Lawrence, who was state senator in neighboring Nevada, was rumored to suffer from the same affliction. Perhaps it was hereditary. Except that Good Old Lar was rumored to be “on the down-low,” as they say in the ghetto. The other side of a very old coin.

Regardless of the roots, the story had surfaced that Mark Kaye Jr. and Brigid were an item, seen skiing together on his daddy’s mountain resort near Reno. And this sighting came at a very inopportune time for the young California congressman, who was being groomed for a possible vice presidential spot on the next ticket. Personally, I think he would have fit right in with the era. At the very least, he could have made Dan Quayle sound like a Rhodes Scholar. Then Brigid suddenly turned up dead, and the tabloids had a field day. “Did She Just Die, or Was She Murdered?” the tawdry headlines screamed. I figured the answers to those questions were yes, and maybe.

But headlines change as new news replaces the old, and about a year later Mark Kaye Jr. was killed in an automobile accident. For a while the Brigid ball got rolling once again, then brother Lawrence, affectionately called “Little Larry” by the press, had a rather nasty late-night scrape outside a Reno bar in which his male “companion” and he were involved in a fight with a “gang of men.” Larry somehow came out miraculously unscathed, but his campaign aide was beaten to death. The perpetrators were never caught, sparking rumors of Larry’s cowardice and fueling an unsubstantiated rumor that he was a closet homosexual. As they say, God protects small children and drunks, but not often enough with the former and way too often with the latter.

So Brigid’s demise sort of faded into the ether, like all those young starlets who had met untimely demises or possibly emulated her with a pill-laden early death … from Marilyn Monroe to Natalie Wood to the more recent Anna Nicole Smith, their memories kept alive by an occasional anniversary article or a rerun of an old movie on the late, late show.

And now my own blast from the past, Paul Venchus, had dredged up Brigid’s corpse for another round of inking. Now, don’t get me wrong … I love a good conspiracy as much as the next guy. Well, maybe a bit more than the next guy. But I had too much going on in my life to get involved with this one. In addition to the usual end-of-season scripts to be reviewed for the show, I’d promised Johnny Leland months ago that I’d cohost and do a stand-up routine on his telethon. Johnny and I go way back. He’d helped me break into the business. It was like Luke Skywalker getting lessons from Yoda. Johnny had been a legend in comedy for as long as I could remember. And not only was he my idol and mentor, he was my friend. There was no way I could let any of Paul’s crackpot schemes interfere with my commitment to the telethon.

“All the proceeds are going to help autistic kids,” Johnny had told me. “I’ve got some big names already on board, and was hoping you’d help me out, Belz.”

“Just tell me when and where,” I said.

“Vegas,” he said, with a slyness in his voice that suggested something more.

“What is it you’re not telling me?” I asked.

His laugh sounded just as strong and rich as it had thirty years ago when we’d first met. “It’s the same weekend as one of those big Mixed Martial Arts fights you’re always talking about. Reeves versus somebody, I think.”

“Scott?” I could barely contain my excitement. I knew both men, and figured their collision course would result in one hell of a fight. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Nope. It’s legit. They’ll be at the same hotel where we’ll be shooting, and natch, I already talked to someone about getting you a ringside seat for the festivities.”

I’ve been a big boxing fan forever, and I had to admit that the MMA fights were starting to appeal to a lot of us devotees of the “sweet science,” including me. These Mixed Martial Arts guys were some real rough dudes, and you were practically guaranteed to see good fights on every card. We even had a couple of students at my martial arts school in Manhattan training for them.

“Johnny, that would be great.”

He laughed again. “Just help me cohost and do a routine on the telethon, okay?” The best thing about Johnny was that he genuinely enjoyed doing nice things for people. I couldn’t have asked for a better mentor.

“Like I said, just tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”

“Come hell or high water?”

“If the creek don’t rise.”

The lines had come from a stand-up routine that we’d done once, parodying folksy aphorisms. I couldn’t even remember where we’d first done it, but the exchange had become something of a catchphrase for us.

And so, here I was, cruising westward at five hundred miles per hour and thirty thousand feet, headed for a rendezvous with Johnny, the telethon, and a chance to see Reeves and Scott pound the hell out of each other for the MMA World Heavyweight Championship of the World. What more could a stand-up-comic-turned-actor hope for?

Then my thoughts drifted to Paul Venchus again. How the hell had he gotten my damn cell phone number? Before this was over, I’d have to find out. But then again, given his history with the booze, he might not even remember he’d called me, much less call me back.

The flight attendant came by and asked if I wanted a drink. I opted for cranberry juice instead of red wine, and wondered how much longer we’d be suspended between the upper atmosphere and the low-lying topography below. At least I was in first class. I took advantage of the room and stretched, thinking how good it would be to see Johnny again. I leaned back in the comfortable seat and must have dozed off, because the next thing I remember was the pilot telling us the temperature in Las Vegas was a balmy seventy-eight, and that we’d be landing in about ten minutes.

© 2009 McBelz Enterprises, Inc.

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  • Posted October 18, 2009

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    Even Better Than Belzer & Black's First Collaboration!

    On page 113 of the most recent collaboration between comedian-actor Richard Belzer and crime novelist-cop Michael Black, it's written, "Sometimes cops can make pretty good writers." When it comes to their second novel together, this is an incredible understatement.

    Belz is at it again as a suitably smart-assed self-insert in his own fiction, a character in his tale of conspiracies akin to Marilyn Monroe and the Kennedy era, in which an old acquaintance, Paul Venchus, (who used to be a fellow journalist) is killed when he gets a little too close to the truth. Paul's girlfriend, Veronica Holmes, a self-proclaimed psychic, contacts Belz by cellphone and the mystery begins. Hesitant at first, Belzer warms to the need for his investigative skills as the fog surrounding the death of Brigid Burgeon (read: Monroe) ostensibly at the hands of the Kaye (read: Kennedy) clan, when word has it Venchus was on to something big. There's plenty of grist for the conspiracy mill, as you can imagine.

    The action intertwines with Belz's need to help an old friend, his comedy mentor and idol, Johnny Leland (think Jerry Lewis here, folks) do a charity telethon. There's a lot more to producing a telethon than you may realize, which brings many other memorable and fully-developed characters into the fray. Belz walks the fine line between investigating a mystery growing deeper every moment, with bodies stacking up precariously, while giving as much help to Leland as he can muster.

    There's even a Sal Fabell/Johnny Leland reunion to rival that of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis. You'll still enjoy this book, even if you're too young to remember all these historical similarities.

    Veronica, the loose cannon who seems glued to Belz's side, undergoes a Pygmalion-like transformation through the course of the crimes, but whether or not psychic abilities come into play, I'll let you decide.

    Everything transpires in a credible, action-oriented manner, which will keep you turning pages until the very end. The ending itself will have you asking aloud, "How's Belzer going to get himself out of life-threatening trouble THIS time?" (And whether or not his gorgeous wife, Harlee McBride, will have to "come out there." It's great to see her included in this novel!) It's a thriller of an ending, so don't cheat yourself by sneaking a look at it early on. (Yes, I know you're tempted, but trust me on this one.)

    All of this happens by way of the Belzer & Black co-authorship, which is even more seamless and polished this time. Those familiar with Michael Black's writing style will recognize his prose, but so many of the details are pure Belz at his best. I can't say enough good things about this one, because it's even better than their first offering, "I Am Not a Cop."

    If there's a conspiracy in your town, you'll undoubtedly want Belzer on your side. In the meantime, I'm crossing my fingers there will be many more collaborations between Belzer & Black - maybe next time they'll set one in Atlantic City.

    Perhaps one day Belz will actually get to see one of those MMA bouts he keeps missing.

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