Diamond dives into the mystery, surfacing in the middle of a scavenger hunt for a secret known as Poe’s Raven. – Suicide Squeeze (Diamond Mystery Book 2) by @tg_wolff 3/8Tweet
What can we expect from you in the future?
I always seem to have many irons in the fire. As Suicide Squeeze is releasing, I am in the editing stages of Book #3 in the De La Cruz series. The working title is Cleaving Pride and will release in February 2022 by Down and Out Books. The 3rd book in the Diamond series that is in its infancy.
My son, Jack, and I have a podcast called Mysteries to Die For. The second season starts dropping in February. This is a podcast where we perform stories to original music and we do it live. That means you get to hear all of our mistakes, which is what makes live entertainment so damn fun. This season, we are doing adaptations of the 1800s stories that started the mystery genre. Think Poe, Mark Twain, Allan Pinkerton, Wilkie Collins, Anna Katherine Green, just to name a few. You can find our podcast on our website tgwolff.com, or wherever you get your podcasts including apple podcast, google play, and Spotify.
How did you come up with the concept and characters for the book?
The lead character of Diamond was inspired by an NPR story that talked about how some of the greatest detectives of old had “nothing to lose.” They didn’t have a family, a big-time job with the big-time salary, a mortgage or any of the other constraints of modern life that keep us in check.
I wanted a character like that.
I knew the character was a woman. What I didn’t know what how she got to the “nothing to lose” point. It took a lot of thinking, imagining, and talking it out to come to her back story. Diamond was a CIA operative specializing in chemical weapons. She loved her life, every part of it. Then she met a man, one she shouldn’t have had anything in common with. Gavriil Rubchinsky was a Russian-born professional of agriculture who fixated on quinoa. Yes, quinoa. Diamond willing stepped away from the world of espionage, finding her new life equally but differently satisfying.
Then Gavriil died in a hit-and-run.
Now Diamond has nothing to lose.
In the first book, Widow’s Run, Diamond is re-investigating her husband’s death after new information surfaces that calls into question the “accident”. In her second book, Suicide Squeeze, Diamond is failing to come to terms with the state of her life. Just when she’s about to take a permanent exit, a woman shows up at her door desperate for help.
Diamond’s mysteries are fast-paced and border on fantastic. This isn’t a storyline that anyone could call a “procedural.” The character is suicidal, something that interferes with the use of common sense. I have no idea how this series will end. So far, she is not getting over her husband’s death—no matter what I do to help her.
Diamond Mystery Book 2
by TG Wolff
Excerpt Death by Selfie Stick
“You’re mine, bitch.”
“In your dreams, loverboy.” I snatched a thin, metal wand from a retreating woman, holding it overhead as Tall, Blond, and Obvious bore down at me. The selfie stick bent, the plastic end snapped off, giving me up without so much as a sorry. Still, it was enough to deflect the blow and give me the moment I needed to retaliate. I pressed forward, creating space to work. He had the advantages of height, weight, and reach.
Me? I was meaner.
He came at me again, telegraphing his over-the-shoulder swing. I blocked it and buried the jagged edge of the selfie stick in his soft belly. He shouted in surprise as much as pain, his weight coming down over me. With a lowered shoulder, I let his momentum take me back. Then I used it against him, lifting him enough that gravity carried him over the short wall behind me.
The crowd screamed.
The body landed.
I looked over the wall. TBO’s body laid across the headstones of a small cemetery, the selfie stick protruding from his belly, his neck broken. And he was still wearing Bennie’s backpack.
I hope she didn’t have anything illegal in it.
I turned back to the crowd. Dozens of wide eyes stared with a mix of intrigue and horror, waiting to see what I would do next. I swiped another selfie stick, broke it over my knee, and tossed it at the owner’s feet. “No selfie sticks!”
Whistles cut through the crowd’s murmurs. The calvary was coming. What felt like forever was only a few minutes. “Get Hanna to a bench before she passes out.” Some people just don’t have the constitution for the messy parts of this business. Uniformed guards flooded the area. Looked like I was going to find out how good the cover Ian created was.
“On your knees. Hands where I can see them.”
Yeah, like I hadn’t heard that line before.
Excerpt In Italy, it’s cannoli. In the highlands…
Finally, Irish appeared. He prowled down the street like he’d chew up and spit out any car stupid enough to get in his way.
“And that’s when I shot the lying dog!” My companion roared with laughter. I joined in, changing my pitch. His laughter subsided. He used his napkin to mop up his tears. “Me wife nearly killed me. Turns out, she was fond of that particular brother. Speaking of brothers…”
His monologue provided the perfect cover. He was loud and brash and everyone looked our way. Irish saw me, but then he didn’t see me. He saw a couple when he was hunting a single. Once Irish gave up on us, I went into the restaurant, using the bathroom to shed my wig and my plus-one. I stepped into the evening sun to find Irish planted in the middle of the sidewalk, staring intently across the canal.
This was one of those moments that made for an awesome line. I had five steps to figure one out.
What’s a guy like you doing in a nice town like this? No. Boring.
Leave the haggis, take the cannoli. Uh-huh.
I poked my fingers in his back, “Hand over the cookies and nobody gets hurt.”
He spun, capturing my wrist in his free hand with a hard slap, holding my fingers safely away from his body.
I smiled into his pissed-off blue eyes. “It’s alright. They’re not loaded.”
Diamond. One name for a woman with one purpose. Or she was, until she finished her to-do list. Now she’s just a woman ready to be over with it all.Hanna Lang is the kind of woman men write bad checks for. She has a problem. Her man, Dr. Damon Marten, disappeared in the middle of an ordinary day. The police aren’t concerned but Hanna knows better. A clandestine meeting leaves her with an address, a sealed envelope, and one last hope. An hour later, she rings a doorbell.Before Diamond was a widow, she was CIA agent with skills illegal in a dozen countries. When her marker is called in, she has no choice but to listen. It’s just like fate throw her a curve ball, sending her the one problem she can’t walk away from. Hanna’s situation is virtually identical to her own with one exception: Hanna’s man might still be alive.Diamond reluctantly takes the case. She dives into the mystery, surfacing in the middle of a scavenger hunt for a secret known as Poe’s Raven. It takes Diamond’s flair for the impossible to capture this bird, only to discover what’s in her hand has the potential to take terrorism to a chilling new level. And fate isn’t done with Diamond, forcing her to put it all on the line or risk setting the caged bird free.
Praise for the books by TG Wolff:“TG Wolff’s Detective De La Cruz is caught in the crosshairs of solving heinous crimes, defending himself against a wrongful lawsuit, helping an abusive drug dealer’s family, thwarting his mother’s matchmaking, and falling in love. Pit against those who subvert justice and twist the law to suit their own ends, Cruz stands true while suffering his own demons—everything a hero should be. Wolff’s unsentimental and precise writing draws readers. Add Exacting Justiceto your ‘to be read’ pile.”—E. B. Davis, mystery author“Working with an incarcerated population, I deal regularly with people who have made poor life decisions but who can be inherently funny, surprisingly talented, or overly concerned. I know that simple labels of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ don’t work in the real world. In Exacting Justice, TG Wolff created characters just as messy, complicated, and dynamic as real life that keep you wanting to read page after page.” —Vincent Giammarco, Director of Behavioral Health Care
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Diamond Mystery Book 1
Widow’s Run Excerpt
They buried me today and I had the balls to show up. Here I was, on a sunny day in May, shaking my head along with a hundred other people, wondering how someone so young and vibrant could—poof—be gone. I hid in plain sight, loitering on the edge of the crowd. A shit-brown wig in place of my usual chemical blond, matching contacts to camouflage my signature green eyes, and sunglasses plucked from the seventies ensured my face wouldn’t catch the attention of the masses. A theater-quality padded suit added forty pounds to my athletic frame and clothes I wouldn’t be caught dead in completed the illusion. The people who claimed to be closest to me would see what I wanted them to see, another mourner, lamenting the waste of a good life.
Sunny day in May—yeah, I’ve always had trouble with funerals being on sunny days. I firmly believe in mourning and expect nature to get on board with it. A funeral wasn’t a funeral if the day wasn’t gray with clouds so heavy water leaked like tears. Any temperature that didn’t chill through skin and muscle down to the bone was an affront to the guest of honor. Stark silence needed to be center stage, the absence of natural sound, the absence of life, then fill it with the guttural cry of a bagpipe.
That’s what I call a funeral.
Yeah…that’s not what I got. I got the Disney version.
One night in Rome. One car. One dead scientist. Italian police investigate, but in the end, all they have are kind words for the new widow. Months later, a video emerges challenging the facts. Had he stepped into traffic, or was he pushed? The widow returns to the police, but they have little interest and no answers. Exit the widow.Enter Diamond. One name for a woman with one purpose. Resurrecting her CIA cover, she follows the shaky video down the rabbit hole. Her widow’s run unearths a plethora of suspects: the small-time crook, the mule-loving rancher, the lady in waiting, the Russian bookseller, the soon-to-be priest.Following the stink greed leaves in its wake reveals big lies and ugly truths.Murder is filthy business. Good thing Diamond plays dirty.Praise for WIDOW’S RUN:“Tina Wolff’s novel is for crime-fiction fans who like it action-packed and hard-edged. Written with feisty panache, it introduces Diamond, one of the most aggressive, ill-tempered, and wholly irresistible heroines to ever swagger across the page.” —David Housewright, Edgar Award-winning author of Dead Man’s Mistress
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I am TG Wolff, a native of Cleveland, Ohio, born shortly after the river burned. I have always loved puzzles. It doesn’t matter if the puzzles are made of words, numbers, or pictures. I’m not a cop or a lawyer, I’m an engineer. My stories aren’t police procedurals or legal thrillers, they are mysteries designed to be solved. My stories are about the plot, the puzzle, and the fun twist of humor that makes life entertaining.
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