Mike worked for the BBC as a sound mixer, wrote for comedy sketch shows, and developed sit-com ideas.
Brought up in Scotland and England, he worked as a script analyst for gap finance company Aramid Capital, and has written many award-winning screenplays.
Mike lives in Oxford with wife Dorrie and a power hungry Terrier named Bonny May Donald.
Louisiana Blood was adapted from his award-winning screenplay and is his first novel.
Bruges Blood the second in the Chandler Travis and Duke Lanoix series is PUBLISHED! And Venice Blood is on a gondola headed your way soon!
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“Their future starts in the past.”
With the Louisiana torso case closed, and the Jack the Ripper conspiracy solved, Chandler Travis and Duke Lanoix were looking forward to a rest. But when they get a call from Belgium Detective Jochum Van Hoog about a torso found floating in a Bruges canal, it seems their past is coming back to haunt them.
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HE WAITED UNTIL dark. The water from the canal slapped against the stone arch outside the wrought iron bars, the lights from the buildings opposite reflecting off its surface. The tour boats and their amplified spiel on historic Bruges had finished for the day and the canal was quiet. He looked over at the dark shape hunched in the corner of the basement and shivered in the dank atmosphere.
It was going to be a struggle getting it under the bars, but once it was beneath the water natural buoyancy would lighten the load. He slid into the clammy neoprene of his wet suit, strapped on his tank, checked his regulator and ran through his pre-dive ritual. He wasn’t exactly diving the Mariana trench, but it didn’t take much water to drown a man, and he’d learned recently that if a thing could go wrong, it usually did.
He wasn’t going far, it was a journey of less than half an hour. Once he’d reached his destination and finished the job, he would make his way further along the Dijver canal passing under the Bonifacius bridge next to the Arentshuis garden.
He’d checked the CCTV coverage and located a blind spot encompassing a drainage conduit that gave access up into the garden hidden by overhanging trees. He would be able to make his way from there to where his van was parked in the building
site in front of the Gruuthusemuseum. The museum had been undergoing a massive refurbishment for years and it had been easy enough to gain access to the site earlier in the day.
Once there he would change out of his diving gear, stow it in the van and drive away.
He strapped his facemask on, took a few breaths through the regulator and began work. As he’d expected it was an awkward maneuver to gain access to the canal beneath the iron bars.
Once he was underwater things got a lot easier and he used the sealed UWIS, an Under-Water-Information-System, like GPS for divers, to guide him down the Groenerei, towing his load behind him.
Ten minutes later he was moving under Peerdenstraat bridge, and then beneath Meestraat, passing the fish market on his left-hand side before swinging left and then right under Woolestraat and on into the Dijver canal. Fifteen minutes later he was in position opposite the old police station in Kartuizerinnenstraat.
His underwater flashlight revealed the murky shape of the concrete stanchion that supported the beer pipe on the bed of the canal. The pipe ran beneath the canal for over three Kilometers, pumping the beer from the brewery to the bottling depot across town. He’d brought the rope and used it to tie the special knot. He’d practiced tying it underwater, and with his eyes closed. He knew how important it was that the system he was putting in place functioned flawlessly.
She’d been very clear. If he let her down then things would not go well for him. He ‘d seen what that meant while working for her. The power she wielded and the way she punished failure was beyond belief. She hadn’t told him any of the real details, he’d just followed her instructions to the letter. But he wasn ‘t stupid. A lot of resources were being employed to ensure her plan would succeed. He knew one thing for sure. If she was settling a score then God help the person she was settling it with.
He checked the knot for the third time and slowed his breathing before looking around. His flashlight illuminated the dark shape in its powerful beam. The reason for his journey.
He’d been responsible for many deaths in his time, but this wasn’t one of them. He turned away, and headed back up the canal towards the Bonifacius bridge, leaving the headless torso further behind with each stroke.
LOUISIANA BLOOD began life as a screenplay. It won or was placed in over 25 competitions, was performed on stage and gained me the offer of representation in LA with Anonymous Content. It was set up as part of a huge Canadian Film fund and producers came and went. A few years on and I decided that the story was too good to remain an un-produced screenplay and so with the backing of many hundred followers and the support of my family it was reborn as a novel. But how did the idea first surface…?
Forget everything you’ve ever read about Jack The Ripper…he never existed!
Let me start by explaining why I wrote this story. I’ve always been into conspiracy theories, after all history has taught us that there’s usually always a hidden agenda behind the big story, and sooner or later, the real story will come out. I looked at the mythology of one of the greatest serial killers in England, and possibly the world…not because of the scale of his activities…but rather the timing of his arrival.
I’m talking about JACK THE RIPPER, his actions were the catalyst for a huge amount of change within the world, and the case had an impact on many areas, Prostitution, the birth of the tabloid press, major development in the east end of London, a massive shake up in the police department and a new focus on forensics, not to mention the political shake up within the royal family and the sacking of the police commissioner…in short, a whole lot of people and organisations were never going to be the same…and while I’m reading about this, I’m thinking…what if that was what this was about? What if JACK THE RIPPER never existed?
I wanted to write an epic conspiracy thriller as an alternate history novel, linking the conspiracy of London in 1888 with a contemporary thriller in Louisiana, something with the imaginative duplicity of MISSION IMPOSSIBLE and the artifice of THE PRESTIGE.
And so LOUISIANA BLOOD was born:
LOUISIANA BLOOD is a FINALIST in the 2018 ScreenCraft Cinematic Book Competition, selected from over 1200 submissions…WATCH THIS SPACE!
CHANDLER TRAVIS, a London Detective recovering from injuries sustained during the terrorist bombings of 2007, works as an archivist and lecturer in the BLACK MUSEUM at New Scotland yard. His obsession to uncover the real identity of Jack The Ripper continues a family tradition stretching back to his great grandfather, a newspaper reporter at the time of the Ripper killings.
He’s even writing a book, the problem is, he doesn’t have an ending…well not yet anyway. So when he learns that a coach, buried in a LOUISIANA swamp for over a century has been unearthed containing five female corpses a diary and some letters from one DR FRANCIS J TUMBLETY, a key Ripper suspect, he gets the first flight out.
When he joins the investigation headed up by DUKE LANOIX, a local sheriff, things start to get complicated…local governor ROMAN BLACKBURN seems hell bent on shutting their investigation down, and is prepared to go to any lengths to stop them. Despite attempts on their lives and the destruction of their evidence, they close in on the truth.
But Governor Blackburn has his own agenda…and it doesn’t include their survival!
LOUISIANA BLOOD was The Idiosyncraticate Syndicate and the Thriller Night syndicate pick of the month, and an Inkshares staff pick! It was voted number one in the Mill City press mystery genre, and was made a distinguished favourite for its cover in the 2018 Independant Press Awards.
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