Big Numbers - Hardcover

Jack Getze

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1591331935 ISBN 13: 9781591331933

Publisher: Hilliard & Harris Pub, 2007

Synopsis

Divorced dad Austin Carr wakes up every day in a beat-up camper, parked on someone else's private property. Why? Because his alimony and child support payments were established by NewJersey's family court system when his income was double, and for thelast two years he has failed to earn the legally mandated monthly nut.

He's had his savings drained, his Maxima repossessed, his salary attached, and his visiting rights suspended.

He bought the twelve-year-old Chevy pick-up with the rusty camper for $800 last month because another landlord tossed his butt in the street. Will stretching the rules, his own morals, and the boundaries of common sense raise the cash needed to get his kids back? Or will his big mouth and bad behavior set him up for a nasty double-cross?

See if Austin can redeem himself and win back his children.

"Darkly comic, with an engaging protagonist."
-- T.J. MacGregor, Edgar Winner, Author of The Tango Key Mysteries

"Big Numbers is a gritty, sexy, violent, and funny book."
-- Liz Clifford at Reviewed by Liz

About this title

From the Author

I'm pretty sure I invented my protagonist as a survival technique. But I didn't just write about a brash and crafty stockbroker to ease the stress of a new sales job. I became him - Austin Carr, a golden-tongued devil - to make my way in a strange new world.       Moving from southern California to New Jersey wasn't easy for this semi-quiet, bookish man, and changing careers from journalist to bond salesman felt life-threatening. For one thing, the east coast public was much tougher than I'd been used to -- confrontational compared to Los Angeles. In addition, people usually had been agreeable to speaking with a reporter, but sales was different. Hang-ups were ten times more common than hello. Initially, I had no clue how these hardboiled Jersey guys talked strangers into buying tax-free bonds over the telephone.There was an early moment when I fully understood what I was up against: At lunch, over a bucket of martinis, I learned one of my new co-workers had just married a very special, multi-millionaire. A half-eaten olive spat from my mouth. "Say that again?"        "Jim was a bond-jockey like the rest of us, living month-to-month, until his richest client died," my lunch partner said. "One week after the client's funeral, Jim started dating the rich new widow."       "And now he's married her?"       "That's right, pal. No more cold calling for Jim."          Oh my God. In no way was I prepared to make a living competing with these guys. I had to do something ... like change, and quick. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I had to sell, baby, sell. And luckily, I had at least one important resource. Austin Carr's gift of gab had already been cultivated.        I was nineteen when The Los Angeles Herald-Examiner hired me as a copy boy and still short of a twentieth birthday when I earned my first byline. Since we didn't have computers or Google back in the 1960s, newspaper reporters learned to work the telephone for information. By the time I could legally drink in a California bar, my phone skills were remarkably good. People liked the sound of my baritone. I instinctively made friends. From operators and secretaries, and later, CEOs to nationally known economists, I learned to cajole, coax, plead, persuade, soft-soap, butter-up, or wheedle almost anybody out of the information I needed.     I apologize for bragging, but I was good. When Herald-Examiner writers and editors went on strike a few years later, I got snatched up by the bigger paper in town, The Los Angeles Times. Hired as a twenty-three-year-old cub reporter, I left exactly nine years later as the Financial Department Ace, the only business writer of the thirty-man staff who chose his own stories, the next in line for a bureau appointment. Why I left is another story, but my point is this: I advanced and was successful as a reporter because I was good on the telephone. People gave me scoops. People told me things they shouldn't have. So when I landed in New Jersey with a new wife, a baby, and no job two years after leaving journalism, I not only knew investment products - stocks, bonds, and mutual funds - I had a professional telephone voice. I just had to learn to sell with it. It wasn't information I wanted - it was people's investment dollars.          Here, I have to thank a man named John Bendokas. They sat JB and I next to each other our first months on the job, me passing on what I knew about investments, the economy, and interest rates; JB the ex-used car salesman teaching me the techniques I needed to feed my growing family - things like closing the sale, highlighting the benefits, and - most important of all -- always always always asking for the order.       How many copies can we send you?

About the Author

An early and avid reader of the Hardy Boys and Sherlock Holmes, Jack Getze wrote his first mystery stories for the high school newspaper and creative writing magazine. He earned his first professional byline as a nineteen-year-old copyboy for the Los Angeles Herald-Examiner. He later moved to the Los Angeles Times where as a Staff Writer and Reporter he covered national economic issues for nearly a decade. Through the Los Angeles Times/Washington Post news syndicate, his news and feature stories have been published in over five-hundred newspapers and periodicals worldwide. During a second career as a retail bond salesman and stockbroker on the New Jersey Shore he learned about financial and economic issues from the investment community's perspective. His hobbies include reading, gardening, an occasional hike, and swimming at the beach.

About this edition

• Publisher: Hilliard & Harris Pub
• Publication date: 2007
• ISBN 10: 1591331935
• ISBN 13: 9781591331933
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 208