Going Postal
Calvin Beach, a mentally disturbed postal clerk inspired by shooters, decides to take politics into his own bloody hands by making homemade bombs in this award winning novel endorsed by Clive Cussler and John Lutz. Now in audiobook, ebook and trade paperback format...

He pushed through the swinging back doors into the carrier station. People he’d seen every day for years were there, busy as usual. He walked past them. When he got to the big fan set up near the stairwell, he paused and stared into it. Taking off his sunglasses for a moment, he gazed into the polished and spinning surface of the fan’s convex center hub.

It was like a circus mirror.

His face appeared fat, and drenched with sweat. His bloodshot eyes stared back at him like a clown’s whose makeup had run. He turned to look back at the others, wondering if they saw too, but no one cared for sideshows.

The stairwell’s doorknob beckoned. Gleaming. Seeing a tiny but headless reflection of his body mirrored in it, he reached out his hand in fascination. Then he gripped it. Suddenly, resolutely. Like a handshake. Finally, he opened the door and stepped inside.

Once on the staircase, he began to climb methodically, one step at a time. Having come to return his postal carrier pack as he’d been instructed, he now opened the pack and withdrew the .45 automatic inside. When he arrived at the top of the stairs, he opened the door into the office hallway, and could hear the secretaries chatting together. Laughing. It was cooler up here. Much cooler.

He ran his hand across his matted hair, feeling for a moment the cold air streaming down from the vent nearest him. Then he lifted his gun, and started down the hallway. Walking past the offices, he fired as he went. When he got to the corner office, he found station manager Ollie Westover behind his mahogany desk, on the phone. A cup of black coffee was spilled across several papers.

Ollie looked up and said, “No--don’t do it . . . Thompson, right?”

“Right,” Thompson said. And fired.

Afterward, he went to the window, and gazed down at the street fronting the postal station. As he waited, he felt the air conditioning coming from the vent above Ollie’s slowly cooling body. Then, in the distance, he heard the expected sirens approach. At last, several police cars and an unmarked white Cavalier arrived, screeching into the front lot, narrowly missing several patrons.

He smiled sadly as he put the .45 to his own head.

“Vaya con Dios,” he whispered.


Prologue, "Postmarked for Death"
Are You Ready to GO POSTAL?
"A class performance, powerful and accomplished...mystery at its best." --Clive Cussler
What causes people to go postal, and where did the phrase originate? The St. Petersburg Times published the phrase "going postal" on Dec. 17, 1993, in response to a symposium on violence in the workplace, and in 1995 the movie Clueless used the phrase repeatedly, solidifying its popularity. As to why people go "postal," that would obviously be different in every incident, but some common reasons are a feeling of being boxed in and powerless in attempts to alleviate stress, made to feel humiliation from management (who are more interested in numbers than in people), and other long-standing mental problems which the environment may exacerbate. Some of the most famous shootings are listed below. My antagonist killer in Postmarked for Death was a bomber with radical political views for a reason, however. Ted Kaczynski, the Unabomber, was on the loose at the time of the writing, and he had radical views related to technology. I knew that Calvin needed to be a bomber and not a shooter because he could then elude capture and play cat and mouse with authorities as Kaczynski did. His politics are extreme right wing, and he sees welfare mothers as the problem, while his target is those who support payouts to "defrauders." The character was drawn so well that on book signings I saw actual fear in a few faces, and one African American manager refused to shake my hand, placing me at the back of the store and never announcing that I was there! Yes, I did listen to Rush Limbaugh at the time, but am no longer a fan.

Here is a list of some significant postal shootings, followed by the opening chapters of Postmarked for Death:  

* On August 20, 1986, 14 employees were shot and killed and six wounded at the Edmond, Oklahoma post office by Patrick Sherrill, a postman who then committed suicide with a shot to the forehead.

* A former United States Postal Worker, Joseph M. Harris, killed his former supervisor, Carol Ott, then killed her boyfriend, Cornelius Kasten Jr., at their home. The following morning, on October 10, 1991, Harris shot and killed two mail handlers at the Ridgewood, New Jersey Post Office.

* On November 14, 1991 in Royal Oak, Michigan, Thomas McIlvane killed five people, including himself, with a Ruger rifle in Royal Oak's post office, after being fired from the Postal Service for "insubordination." 

* Two shootings took place on the same day, May 6, 1993. At a post office in Dearborn, Michigan, Lawrence Jasion wounded three and killed one, and subsequently killed himself. In Dana Point, California, Mark Richard Hilbun killed his mother, then shot two postal workers dead. As a result of these two shootings, the Postal Service created 85 Workplace Environment Analyst jobs to help with violence prevention and workplace improvement. (In February 2009, the Postal Service eliminated these positions as part of its downsizing efforts.)

* Jennifer San Marco, a former postal employee, killed six postal employees before committing suicide with a handgun, on the evening of January 30, 2006, at a large postal processing facility in Goleta, California. According to media reports, the Postal Service had forced San Marco to retire in 2003 because of her worsening mental problems. Her choice of victims may have also been racially motivated. San Marco had a previous history of racial prejudice, and tried to obtain a business license for a newspaper of her own ideas, called The Racist Press, in New Mexico.

* Grant Gallaher, a letter carrier in Baker City, Oregon, pleaded guilty to the April 4, 2006 murder of his supervisor. He reportedly brought his .357 Magnum revolver to the city post office with the intention of killing his postmaster. Arriving at the parking lot, he reportedly ran over his supervisor several times. Subsequently he went into the post office looking for his postmaster. Not finding the postmaster, he went back out to the parking lot and shot his supervisor several times at close range, ostensibly to make sure she was dead. Gallaher reportedly felt pressured by a week-long work-time study. On the day of his rampage, he was ahead of schedule on his route, but his supervisor brought him more mail to deliver. Years earlier, the union steward at the Baker City post office committed suicide.
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