Rugh, Jearl

From the time Jearl was thirteen and completed his first school term paper, he knew he wanted to write. At first, journalism seemed a logical pursuit, but the path down newspaper and magazine publication wasn't broad enough. He needed a multi-lane highway; somewhere he could floorboard the throttle of his psyche into unsuspecting characters. When his reading tastes drifted toward thrillers, he knew this was more than just a turnpike, though; this was the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. Better buckle up. A resident of Snoqualmie, Washington, when he isn't enjoying his wife and family, or at his da...