Monday, March 1, 2021




Kane Kulpa learned which laws could be bent and which broken after a short stint in prison courtesy of Detective Vincent Bayonne. Bound by time, integrity, and the reality of life in Central City, Bayonne and Kane made peace with the past. Now, gang tension spirals from corrupt to deadly, and a series of murders stresses Kane and Bayonne’s uneasy alliance. Kane balances on a razor’s edge to protect his bar, power, life, and family, and Bayonne hustles to keep another lonely man from being strangled.

Central City is a city struggling for identity. The cops protect the rackets, and the criminals shelter the injured. Innocence is only an appearance, and rage finds a voice.

Book Details

Title: Central City

Author: Indy Perro

Genre: mystery: hard-nboiled/noir

Series: Central City, book 1

Publisher: Dog’s Name Press (March 28, 2020)

Print length: 243 pages


Things you need in order to write: either a computer or a notebook. Now that I think about it, however, I get a fair amount of work done when I’m not at my desk and ideas get a chance to bubble to the surface of my subconscious. That’s definitely a part of writing.
Things that hamper your writing: distraction. 

Things you love about writing: the opportunity to smooth ideas out, to connect them, develop them, and turn them into imagery.
Things you hate about writing: the business of doing business. To paraphrase Allen Toussaint, it’s a sad thing and a bad thing, but oh so necessary, that this cold world holds your values to become monetary.

Easiest thing about being a writer: putting words on a page.

Hardest thing about being a writer: developing the skill to write well enough that you won’t be ignored.

Things you never want to run out of: words and combinations of words.
Things you wish you’d never bought: I wish I’d never bought into the idea of prestige. Nothing, in my opinion, poisons art more quickly or with greater ruthlessness than prestige.

Words that describe you:
Words that describe you but you wish they didn’t: ambiguous.

Favorite foods: anything Mexican or Central American.
Things that make you want to throw up: coconut; it’s a hell of a thing to do to chocolate.

Favorite beverage: limeade.

Something that gives you a pickle face: an excess of dill.

Favorite smell: puppy breath.

Something that makes you hold your nose: my dog’s breath now that she’s no longer a puppy.

Something you wish you could do: dunk a basketball.
Something you wish you’d never learned to do: criticize.

Last best thing you ate: a lime popsicle.

Last thing you regret eating: I’m not sure what you call it, and perhaps it shouldn’t have been that color or texture or consistency.

Things to say to an author: The same things you’d say to anyone.

Things to say to an author if you want to be fictionally killed off in their next book: If you’re a writer, what do you do for a living? Also, any statement that conveys a belief that being a writer is comparable to being a samurai or some other historical profession or mythological being. I assure you, being a writer has more in common with being a carpenter than being a Viking.

Favorite places you’ve been: Clifton, Arizona, which lives up to its name.
Places you never want to go to again: in North Platte, Nebraska, there’s a diner that serves omelets made with canned mushrooms.

Things that make you happy: art museums, concerts, great movies, and Led Zeppelin.

Things that drive you crazy: people who don’t like Led Zeppelin.

Biggest lie you’ve ever told: “It’s not a lie, if you believe it.”

A lie you wish you’d told: “No, those pants don’t make you look fat. Why do you ask?”

Best thing you’ve ever done: Marriage.

Biggest mistake: I was counting my chickens when, all of a sudden, I tripped and dropped my eggs.

Most daring thing you’ve ever done: I once summited a volcano during a thunderstorm.

Something you chickened out from doing: nobody said the high dive would be so . . . high.

The last thing you did for the first time: I recently discovered the importance of Willie Nelson, and I must admit that’s a bigger deal than it sounds.

Something you’ll never do again: summit a volcano during a thunderstorm. That’s just stupid.


Indy Perro is a novelist, an independent thinker, and a recovering academic. Indy has a degree in history, graduate degrees in religious studies, comparative literature, and education, and has spent more than a decade teaching philosophy, religious studies, writing, and literature. He lives in northern Colorado, and when he’s not at his desk, he loves to hike, run, read, and study languages. Central City is Indy’s first novel.

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