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Fifteen years of sunless gray.

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Long gone are the days when new beginnings seemed possible—when he was a new recruit, off to a new start fresh in the army. He had hoped to never look back. Not like there was much to see, anyway....

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Overview

Fifteen years of sunless gray.

Fifteen years of mist. So thick the streets fade off into nothing. So thick the past is hazy at best. The line between right and wrong has long been blurred, especially for Thomas Vale.

Long gone are the days when new beginnings seemed possible—when he was a new recruit, off to a new start fresh in the army. He had hoped to never look back. Not like there was much to see, anyway.

First came the sickness, followed by the orders: herd the healthy into the city, shoot the infected. The gates closed and the bridges came down… followed by the mist.

Fifteen miserable years of the darkest nights and angry, awful gray days.

Thomas Vale can hardly fathom why he keeps waking up in the morning. For a few more days spent stumbling along? Another night drinking alone? Another hour keeping the shadows at bay….

But when Rebecca Ayers walks into his life, the answers come fast. Too fast.  

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Publishers Weekly
The opening of John’s compelling debut, set in an unnamed near-future U.S. city, could come straight out of a 1950s hard-boiled detective novel (“She was blond, of course. Eyes as gray as midnight fog and lips stained red”), but soon, the irony of the fog reference becomes clear. Fifteen years earlier, a horrific new illness devastated the entire country. Even worse, a fog settled in permanently over the world, making sunlight only a faded memory. Those living in quarantined cities must navigate by touch, aided by dimly lit orbs. In this hellish environment, ex-soldier Tom Vale survives by working as a PI who’s more than willing to strong-arm witnesses, crooks, and recalcitrant clients. The entry into his life of the blond bombshell, who wants him to exonerate a prisoner accused of murder, unsettles Vale’s grim routine and leads him to some disturbing secrets. John’s unsparing, hard-edged depiction of cynicism and immorality marks him as an author to watch. Agent: Russell Galen, Scovil Galen Ghosh Literary Agency. (Mar.)
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“The shadows. The danger. I'm still breathing, but barely. I finished this riveting book—and lived. Will you? Breathtaking.”

—Whitley Strieber, New York Times bestselling author of Hybrids, on Three A.M.

Library Journal
After a deadly epidemic and a seemingly unrelated, unrelenting, mysterious fog descended on the world, Tom Vale's life narrowed to the space just a few feet around him. Once a soldier, Tom now spends his days as a minor private investigator and shakedown man. Like so many others, he has found a way to survive if not thrive in the sunless, chilly, fog-ridden city—until the day a woman in a bright red dress commissions him to undertake a murder. In a sudden race against the clock, Tom finds himself caught up in a mystery far beyond one individual—a mystery that could explain the illness, the fog, and the future of Tom's city. If only he can stay alive long enough to solve it. VERDICT This fast-paced well-written debut dystopian thriller lures readers in with its noir feel and complicated hero and keeps them engaged with plot twists and turns and lively dialog. Reader are never more than a step ahead as our flawed protagonist bumbles toward his answers and a satisfying conclusion.—Jennifer Beach, Cumberland Cty. P.L., VA
Kirkus Reviews
A bleak little fable about personal responsibility, set in an apparently post-apocalyptic, nameless American city. Sixteen years ago, millions of people died from a mysterious illness. Not long afterward, the fog drifted in and never left, blanketing the city and cutting it off from the rest of a presumably equally devastated world. Stumbling through the streets is private detective Thomas Vale, drowning his despair in booze and pills, waking every night at 3 a.m. and not knowing why. But when he concludes an investigation of a warehouse theft and accepts a new, dubious-seeming assignment from a gorgeous blonde, he learns the truth about both the illness and the fog. John does a marvelous job of painting the physical and emotional landscape of a corrupt, eternally obscured city, where hope has almost drained away and people cling desperately to (but are deeply wounded by) their mementoes of a brighter, happier world. Unfortunately, once the Big Conspiracy is revealed, the novel shifts from an introspective noir to a still thoughtful but somewhat clichéd thriller where the perennially underestimated hero runs around trying to expose the plot and save his woman before he's killed. (Really, it's ridiculous: Vale amply demonstrates that he's vicious when he's cornered, and his enemies never take sufficient precautions.) Worse still, Rebecca, the femme fatale turned love interest, is sadly two-dimensional; she's a beautiful victim who primarily seems to be there to give Vale some focus. Vale's relationship with Heller, a young man who owes him money, is far more poignantly and complexly real. John does get props, though, for not forcing an inappropriately happy ending. A promising, if not entirely satisfying, debut.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765331168
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 3/27/2012
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 6.50 (w) x 9.32 (h) x 1.02 (d)

Meet the Author

Steven John and his wife, an elementary school teacher, live in Los Angeles by way of Washington D.C. and New York, respectively. He splits his time between many things, most of which involve words. Three A.M. is his first novel.

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She was blond, of course. Eyes as gray as midnight fog and lips stained red. Her dress matched her lips and hugged her hips and chest, and my eyes kept drifting to where the crimson silk stopped and her thighs began. Christ, what a beauty. And oh how she knew it. And she knew I knew she knew, and it didn’t matter a bit.

She waited so long to start talking, I was lost in her beauty by the time she started playing her game … trying to hook me. She almost did. No one ever actually did, though—at least no one had in years. Sure, she was gorgeous, but I would just as soon have put a knife in her back as I would have put her back on a mattress. She wasn’t innocent … wasn’t clean. I could see it as clear as the skin between her breasts where her dress took a plunge. I don’t care who you are—a young beauty or some old tough—if you smell corrupt, I’ll take you down if someone hands me enough dollars.

And she was deeply corrupted. Lost in her own darkness. I sat there, feeling coy and looking passive and letting my eyes drift from her chest to her legs and every once in a while to her face. I wasn’t going to say a damn thing. It was her move, her game, and I knew how to play it. She did too, as I learned—and better than I would have expected from a girl barely pushing twenty-six, but just the same, she was good.

I hunched over my scotch and she lounged behind her vodka. I smoked and looked at her and she looked at me and she knew I was waiting and she let me. The place was mostly empty. It was late on a Tuesday—just folks like me who don’t have a schedule to keep. All burgundy paint and wood and always dark, but the vents were good and it was never all that smoky.

So I lit another cigarette and almost laughed when she actually broke the silence with a husky “Can I have a light?”

I held out my lighter, meaning for her to take it, but she leaned in and waited, a long black cigarette between her dark lips. I lit it for her and she touched my hand and it was all such a fucking cliché.

“So,” I said.

“So…” she said back. No way. I wasn’t giving her an inch. I turned back to my drink. When I looked up a second later at the mirror behind the bar, she was staring right at my reflected eyes. She smiled slightly. Beautiful. Dammit. All right, then …

“Okay,” I said to her reflection. “What is it you want to talk about?”

She laughed and it seemed genuine, pure. It sounded all wrong in this dark-walled bar. People here never laughed like that. She took a long drag of her cigarette and put it out well before it was done. “I thought you’d never ask.” A long pause. “I’m Rebecca.”

“Hi, Rebecca.”

“Hi, Tom Vale.”

I fucking knew it. I nodded a few times, looking down at my drink, a wry smile turning up the corners of my mouth. Must have been the whiskey; I was not amused.

“You know, Rebecca, I have an office.”

She smiled, leaning closer to me. I turned to face her. “I’ve stopped by many times in the past few days.… You’re never there.”

“Yeah, well, that’s still where I like to do my work. I come here to do my drinking.”

“Well, then, let’s just drink. We can do business some other time.”

I sighed silently, stubbing out my smoke. “Seeing as that’s not what you’re here for, let’s just have it.”

“This place seems a better office for you anyway.”

I couldn’t fault her there. I’ve been coming to Albergue for years. In fact, I did most of my work from the very barstool where I was sitting. Usually, though, I was alone here. Albergue was where I sat to think about things or to drink until I didn’t have to. It was small, off an alley that wasn’t even off a main street. No one new tended to find the place. Which didn’t make the lovely Rebecca’s presence any more comforting. It was one of the few bars around that still had cases of the scotch I like. The guys behind the bar knew not to talk to me too much unless I started talking to them. There were pictures of fields rolling beneath blue skies on one of the walls. It was perfect for me. Until this.

“I want to hire you, Tom.”

“No,” I said flatly.

She pulled away, looking slighted, but it was bullshit. “Won’t you at least hear me out?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Well, let me buy us another round and just listen. Please. Then I won’t bother you anymore if you still don’t want to help me.”

She finished her drink and waved the bartender, Adam, over to us. He caught my eye with a subtle smile the girl would not recognize as out of the ordinary. I looked down, shaking my head slightly. His slender, pocked face was placid again as Rebecca ordered another vodka martini for herself and a glass of Cutty Sark on the rocks for me. She knew my drink. She wanted me to know she knew my drink. Adam served us and she slid her glass toward mine and clinked the base of hers against it. A few drops of her vodka spilled into my scotch.

“Okay. You’ve got me for a drink. Let’s get to it. You know my name, you know my whiskey, and now you know my office is here, not the room with a number written next to it. Who are you … how and why do you know about me … and what are you going to propose that I’m going to say no to?”

She took a long sip from her glass and then closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them slowly, her irises following her lids upward until they locked on to mine. “If I offered you fifty thousand dollars for a month’s work, what would you say?”

“Probably yes.”

She smiled to herself and turned away from me. The last few patrons got up from their barstools and left. Now it was just me and her together with our reflections. She was studying mine, I could tell. I kept my eyes down, looking at the wood of the bar. It had been scratched and revarnished countless times. I’d stuck a knife into it myself once or twice on angry, drunken nights.

“A man named Samuel Ayers was killed last month.”

“Go to the police, sweetheart. We’re done here.” I turned away.

“I did … or I mean—someone did.… His wife, I think. And they found the guy who shot him and tried him and he’s probably on death row already.”

She pulled a cigarette out of her handbag and picked up my lighter. Her hand trembled a bit as she lit it, and though I couldn’t be certain, it seemed like the unsteadiness was intentional, practiced.

“The man they have didn’t kill him. I know it.”

Typical. So goddamn typical, I could have screamed. Instead I talked.

“Rebecca, do you have much experience with this kind of thing? This wronged-man kind of thing? No? Well, I do. A lot. Forget it. Forget him—your boyfriend in jail or whatever. He probably did kill your Mr. Ayers, and if he didn’t, sorry, he’s gone anyway. No way out. The system wins; you don’t. Apologies, but it’s your life, your problem, not mine.”

“I’ll pay you the fifty thousand even if you can’t change a thing. If you’ll just try.”

That was a lot of money: twice as much as I had to my name. Too much for me to write off out of hand even if she was dirty. So I finished my scotch and decided to get involved. But I wasn’t going to let her know yet—I was too far into my cups to play it cool right now.

“Okay. Here’s the deal. Give me your number in case I think of any questions for you, and come to my office in two days. I’ll hang around there in the early afternoon.”

“How about I keep the number to myself and come tomorrow?”

“No. I’m getting drunk tonight. Tomorrow’s all for me. Two days, afternoon. And keep the phone your little secret for all I care—pretty eyes or no, I want you to finish up your drink and leave now. I like to be at my bar alone.”

She seemed hurt. I didn’t give a fuck. Fifty grand or no, I was hating this situation already. I’d been paid to find things out and take care of problems for more than a decade, and the good ones never talked money before they talked facts. The good ones were never beautiful. But money spoke louder than morals.

I watched her go and she knew it.

*   *   *

I wanted to stay and get drunk, but Rebecca had screwed up my thinking. As I tried to reason through the few open cases I was working, all I could think about was her lips and her legs and her money and wonder what was behind it all. So I decided to go home to my little apartment and drink the same scotch there anyway and be done with Tuesday. Or Wednesday. Whatever.

Tossing some bills onto the bar, I nodded to Adam and headed for the exit. I pulled open the first heavy door and stepped into the alcove beneath the loud, massive vents. Shutting the iron door, I paused and waited until it was sealed, and then pressed open the second door and stepped out into the fog.

Mist swirled around me and I was still for a moment to adjust to the fog-blindness, leaning against the bricks of Albergue just like I did most every night of my life. I could see three orbs tonight, and set off heading south after lighting a cigarette.

The orbs in this part of town were placed about ten feet apart from one another. I laid my hand on the first as I walked past it. The luminous, yellow orange sphere was warm beneath my palm. There had been a slight breeze up right when I’d left, but it subsided now and I could see only one orb ahead of me and one behind as I turned onto Sixth Avenue.

My brow grew damp with the mist and I wiped at it with a dirty old handkerchief, picking up the pace a bit. I hated the cold, clammy feeling I got all over my exposed skin at night. Eighth Ave had blowers and they would likely still be on at this hour, so I headed that way, cutting down an alley. There were no orbs in the alley, but I knew it well and ran my hand along the wet bricks of the wall as I walked.

I crossed Seventh and passed two people. A woman and a man—that much I could tell by their silhouettes. Another short alley and I came out onto Eighth Avenue, where, sure enough, the blowers were still running.

The fog swirled and danced ten or fifteen feet above street level; higher than that was thick gray. But on streets like this, when the blowers were all on, you could almost see clearly. I passed one of the massive fans as I walked up the street and gripped my coat closed against the wind. Behind it was a small dead zone, where gray wisps drifted downward, out of reach of the blower fans a few blocks north.

I paused there for a minute to light another smoke. The ten-foot-tall fan hummed, impressively quiet when you weren’t on the business end. As I took my second drag, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up—just a bit and only for a fleeting moment, but I’d learned to take them more seriously than anything else on earth. Subtly, pretending to stretch and roll my shoulders, I looked all around me.

I couldn’t see a soul. Not on the street and not in any of the first- or second-floor windows of the nearby buildings. The only sound was the blower’s hum. I decided to write it off, but made careful note of where I was and the time anyway. Just before midnight—the witching hour, I thought to myself with an internal smile. If someone was watching me, no need to convey any sardonic thoughts. Or anything at all.

Abruptly, I set out walking north again. Though all seemed normal, I had already made up my mind to take a snaking, illogical path home. I passed through dark alleys, up streets lined with softly glowing orbs, and down a couple of the larger, clear-blown boulevards. Rebecca and her red lips kept drifting into my thoughts, and before long, I was more wandering than evading.

She was still on my mind as I sat in the chair beside my threadbare mattress drinking a glass of scotch with no ice. And she stayed in my head as I slept on top of the covers.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Steven John

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2013

    Please spare me

    Something is mighty wrong with the two previous reviews or maybe I'm reading the wrong book! The author rambles on and on that in the first 50 pages you'll find yourself counting the F word. Seventy five pages and you still don't know where he's headed. Almost 100 pages before Rebecca comes on the scene. I put the book down and will pick it up when i need something to put me to sleep.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2013

    Misque

    Misque here. FANTASTIC. BRILLIANT. OUTSTANDING.
    FIRST NOVEL......AMAZING! I just loved this book & the way it was written. I am sure this author will be well known soon.
    Thank you for sharing your imagination & creativity.

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  • Posted March 28, 2012

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    Three A.M. starts out in gritty noir fashion as Thomas Vale sets

    Three A.M. starts out in gritty noir fashion as Thomas Vale sets eyes on a beautiful blond, Rebecca, at the bar he frequents. Vale is a Private Investigator and Rebecca wants to hire him. What Vale doesn't know is that he's already caught up in something beyond a simple case for one of his clients.

    Mr. John creates an incredibly dark and murky world of shadows and mist, a city without sunlight, which is reflected in Tom Vale. He's as hopeless as the city in which he lives. Vale is an intriguing character. He's morally ambiguous, down and out. He drinks a lot. Takes more pills than he should to sleep. He's a man with no illusions about anything, including himself. Over the course of the novel, things change for Vale as he learns more about what is really going on in his sunless city. Vale is the most well-developed character in Three A.M. At times during the story I actively disliked him. Despite this, I cared about Vale and what was happening to him.

    While Three A.M. starts out feeling like noir, it does not hold that for the entire novel. Once certain events happen the entire tone of the novel changes. It became more of a thriller for me than anything else. While the pacing of the novel is quite good, I enjoyed the change of tone and the resulting quicker pace.

    Three A.M. is a gripping mix of noir and thriller set in a near-future dystopia. It is at times deeply moving, at times very raw, and at times pure adrenalin rush.

    I give Three A.M. 4 Qwills. Originally posted at THE QWILLERY.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2013

    Cool concept

    Cool dystopian future. Started slow and i kept checking what page i was on but ending was better.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2013

    Awesome

    I thouroughly enjoyed this book :) totally worth it

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