Monday, October 31, 2011

The Ninth District by Douglas Dorow-Interview, Giveaway:Featured Author


The Federal Reserve has never been robbed.

FBI Special Agent Jack Miller, pulled into a high-profile case to mentor a new agent, finds himself in a clash with the toughest opponent of his career. The chase culminates in the bowels of the city, in the storm sewers and tunnels beneath The Ninth District Federal Reserve of Minneapolis.

The Ninth District is approximately 74,600 words (300 pages) in length.


“Freeze it!” Staring out from the television was the face of a bank robber, a killer, in a mock salute. “What the hell? Is that who I think it is? Rewind it and play it again.”
“Jack, I’ve watched this ten times and there’s nothing there, nothing but that salute.”
“Rewind it. I want to see it again.” Jack pointed at the flat screen television on the wall and worked his thumb up and down against the imaginary remote in his hand. “Come on, let’s go, Junior. I want to see it again.”
 “It’s Ross.”
Jack glanced back at Ross and then stared at the screen, waiting for him to play it again. “Listen. The SAC asked me to help you. I’m here to help. Let’s watch it again.”
Jack Miller was in no mood for a pissing match with a new agent who had four months in the Minneapolis FBI office after graduating from Quantico. The Special Agent in Charge assigned Jack to help with this case so he could tell the media he had his most experienced agent looking into solving the string of bank robberies, especially the last one that had resulted in a murder.
Ross pointed the remote at the television and the video started again. “These bank videos suck. We’re bringing in video from the other cameras at the bank, the ATM, the highway traffic cameras, and gas stations within a two-mile radius. I know it’s the same guy.”
“OK, so what do we know about him?”
“He’s on a schedule. March, he hit a Wells Fargo branch in Duluth. April, he was at the Stillwater branch. I was looking for a May job and found one in Wisconsin after talking to the Milwaukee field office. This morning, as you see him here, he was at the TCF bank in Wayzata. That’s the June robbery.” Ross paused, inhaled, and audibly exhaled. “And no, that’s not who you think it is. It’s a guy, or a person, wearing a mask that kind of resembles a former Governor of the State of Minnesota.”
“OK, so we know what he’s done, but what do we know about him?”
“We don’t know anything about him other than he’s been robbing banks and wears a mask,” Ross said.
“Let’s call him the Governor. He hasn’t killed anybody before, has he?” Jack asked.
“Nobody has even been hurt, until now.”
“Play the video.” Jack Miller stared at the screen and watched the scene unfold a second time; he rested his chin in his hands, elbows on the table. He looked for details as he watched it again.
When it was over, Jack was talking softly to himself as much as to his new partner. “Why did he kill her?  He hasn’t done that before. There was no reason to kill her. And what’s he asking her that she doesn’t know?” He shifted in his chair, raised his arms, and locked his fingers together behind his head. “Rewind it. Let’s see it again.” 
Jack got up from his chair and paced the room while he continued mumbling to himself. “For the money?” He looked at Ross. “How much has he been getting?”
Ross reflexively patted his pockets for his notebook.
“Junior, just give me a rough idea.”
Ross stared at Jack without answering.
“Agent Fruen?” Jack asked.
Ross nodded and answered. “He’s grabbed between five hundred and five thousand and a couple of laptops.”
Jack returned to his monologue and paced around the table. “So, he’s not getting rich doing this.” He stopped and sat down in his chair. “What’s with the mask? And why’s he robbing these banks? A drug user would still be sleeping.” Jack looked up at the ceiling and raised his voice so Ross could hear him. “Did you check out the casinos or the card room at the Canterbury race track?”
 “That’s one theory for the mask. He doesn’t want us comparing videos. I’m working on it, checking on casinos in the area.”

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How did you start your writing career?
I've always been a big reader. Mysteries, thrillers, suspense were my genre of choice. In college, I enjoyed the couple of creative writing courses I took, but I majored in engineering. I always dreamed of writing a book and took a couple of courses at The Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis. From there I kept writing and joined a critique group that meets every 2 to 3 weeks which has helped me work on my story telling and the writing craft.

It's been a long road, but with epublishing coming into place last year and gaining acceptance I changed gears from writing query letters to independently publishing my thriller. It's an exciting future for readers and writers. 

Plotter or Pantser? Why?
I'm somewhere in between. I write a short scene outline with the order of events, time the scene takes place, the point of view of the scene and then I write from there. It gives me a rough map of the story I plan to tell, but it leaves me room to explore and learn as I go and change the story to make it the best that I can. 

What was the scariest moment of your life?
There are a couple that rate up there. I think the scariest and the most amazing is the birth of my two children. Everything is out of your hands, you have no control and just hope and pray that it will all turn out OK. 

Another, is when I was an engineer working on a construction project and an iron worker wanted to show me something. We're 20 stories up in the air and he just walks across a beam like he's walking down the sidewalk.  I sat down on the beam, straddled it and slowly worked my way across. 

What would we find under your bed?
Under my bed you would find dust bunnies, some old papers, a box of gift wrapping material and our golden retriever, Rupert. Every night he scootches under the bed to spend the night.  

Where would we find you writing your next book?
I don't write full-time, so I try and squeeze it in.  Besides a day job, I am also my son's chauffeur, so after I drop him off for his sports practice of the season I'll head to a coffee shop, buy myself a coffee, put in my ear buds and listen to music while I work on my story.

What’s next?
I'm working on a sequel to my first book, The Ninth District, which is ala John Sandford or Michael Connelly. It follows the main character and tells the story about what happens the next summer when he's on a family vacation, trying to relax and finds himself pulled into a local issue to solve.  The third book is in the thriller genre, but is the first book in a new domestic thriller more like what you'll find with James Rollins or Steve Berry. 


Douglas Dorow lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota, the home of many thriller/suspense writers. There must be something in the water or it's the long, cold winters.  

His thriller, The Ninth District, is about a man in a mask who is trying to rob the The Ninth District Federal Reserve which is based in Minneapolis. The Federal Reserve has never been robbed.  FBI Special Agent Jack Miller, pulled into a high-profile case to mentor a new agent, finds himself in a clash with the toughest opponent of his career. The chase culminates in the bowels of the city, in the storm sewers and tunnels beneath The Ninth District Federal Reserve of Minneapolis.

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