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David Hansard


David Hansard grew up in Cheyenne, Wyoming, and attended the University of Wyoming before moving to Texas to attend graduate school at the University of Texas at Austin. After doing that for a few years, he moved to New York City for a couple of years and ended up staying for twenty-four. He returned to Austin for a few years, and now lives and writes in Colorado.

Porter Hall was raised in the West and is familiar with animals that can kill you in under a minute. But those seldom attack unless their survival is threatened, or because they're hungry. Yet for all his Western survival skills, Porter is out of his element among the rich and famous in the middle of New York City, one of the most sophisticated places in the world. In Manhattan, where he is raising six-year-old twins as a single father, he is about to confront the most lethal predator on the planet, his fellow humans. Unlike the untamed creatures of the West, these will kill for revenge or money or love, or sometimes the simple pleasure of killing. In ONE MINUTE GONE, Porter Hall must untangle the riddle of why someone would want to harm him, find out who it is, and stop them before he and his family are destroyed.

Camden Silvia (see dedication in book) was a real estate agent in Manhattan. She was fair, ethical and dependable, traits she shared with Jamie Trent, a real estate agent who goes missing in the first chapter of ONE MINUTE GONE. One day, Camden and her boyfriend, with whom she lived, went missing. The case was never solved. The primary person of interest was her landlord with whom she was in a dispute about the amount of rent she was being charged. He was later sent to prison on charges of tax evasion, but the disappearance of Camden and her boyfriend has never been solved.

The Concierge Jorgé, in ONE MINUTE GONE, is not a nice person. The author, when he was a member of the Board of the Managers of the building on which the Medora is based, hired a concierge who was even worse than Jorge. His name was George Cobo. He was tall and distinguished and fluent in several languages, exactly the type of person you'd want behind the desk in an A-residential building in Manhattan. There was a picture taken of Cobo with the seven-member Board. A fellow board member, himself a third generation member of one of New York City's leading real estate families, which had developed the building, looked at the photo and said, "If you didn't know better, you'd think all of us worked for George." George eventually quit, or was fired. A couple of months later, he made the front page of the Daily News. George, in his late forties, and his younger lover, a man in his twenties, had been working a con on a wealthy, older gay man. They ended up killing him and carrying his body out of the apartment building where he lived rolled up in an expensive Asian carpet. By the time the crime was uncovered, George and his boyfriend were on the run and there was a nationwide BOLO for the pair. They made it to Las Vegas, where they got into a fight with each other. George was afraid his lover was going to kill him and called the LVPD for protection. They arrested the pair. Duh. Eventually both wound up in prison in New York State, where, I believe, they remain to this day.