THEGRIFFITH
Whistle While You Die
A lawman’s badge. A house that remembers. A town that forgets — until the whistling starts.

The nicest sheriff
in Kentucky.
“I only snap,” Andy said, meeting Miller’s eyes with an expression of perfect pleasantness, “when the tension’s too high, Deputy.”
In Maryville, Kentucky, Sheriff Andy Pruitt is the man everyone counts on. Uniform pressed to a razor edge. Hat level. A warm, fatherly smile he has been perfecting for forty years. He brings coffee for the dispatcher, sings folk songs on Tuesday nights at Barney’s, and carries the weight of a town that has never had to wonder who to call.
He also carries three coiled high-E guitar strings in his right pocket. And a mother, upstairs in the Victorian on the edge of town, who raised him on reruns of The Andy Griffith Show and the idea that a real man whistles while he works.
When a rude newcomer is found strangled on her back porch and a trucker turns up dead at the Route 9 rest stop, a sharp-eyed state detective named Vance arrives in Maryville with a theory nobody wants to hear: the killer is local, he knows the victims, and he wears a badge.
The Griffith is a literary American thriller about nostalgia as a weapon, the masks small towns let their protectors wear, and the patient, whistled melody of a man who has been waiting his whole life to finally become the Sheriff his mother wanted.
Chapter One.
Three Notes.
An excerpt from the opening pages of The Griffith, first-edition draft. Reader discretion advised.
What’s next in
the collection.
The Griffith is the first. It is not the last.

The Griffith
Whistle While You Die
Sheriff Andy Pruitt has three guitar strings in his pocket and a smile for every neighbor in Maryville, Kentucky.

The Quiet Season
The Griffith, Book Two
The Maryville house is ash. The man who lit the match has a new town, a new badge, and all the time in the world.
Untitled
The Griffith, Book Three
The final volume of the trilogy. Details to be released when the time is right.
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