| Author: | Edita A. Petrick | ISBN: | 9781370920204 |
| Publisher: | Edita A. Petrick | Publication: | May 14, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Edita A. Petrick |
| ISBN: | 9781370920204 |
| Publisher: | Edita A. Petrick |
| Publication: | May 14, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
When Caroline is roused in the middle of the night to come to work she knows she’ll be heading for a murder scene. After all, she’s homicide, it’s her job, and she’s prepared for everything. Until she arrives in a suburban commuter parking lot where a young lawyer is lying on the ground, a hole in his chest, his organs vaporized, and a topographic map of a metropolitan grid tattooed on his face. She’s in no shape to deal with the bizarre case. She’s broke, lost visitation rights to her kids and can’t remember the last time she had sex, never mind how to start dating again. The last thing she needs is for her partner, whose family life is idyllic bliss, to drag her to the morgue. A week later she still can’t decide whether the local pathologist nurtures repressed yearnings as a sorcerer, or whether victim number two—a fist-sized hole in his chest, his organs vaporized and wearing another topographic map on his face—points to something sinister that could lead to a nearby research army facility.
Her efforts to get more information are stonewalled by the army brass. Resistance, however, is the best cure for Caroline’s depression. But when overnight a crater yawns where a local church used to stand, and a third victim is found nearby wearing yet another topo map tattooed on his face, the FBI takes over Caroline’s case. And their idea of cooperation does not include sharing of information. Caroline doesn’t mind being ignored, but she hates being goaded by the FBI and their ridiculous assumption that her sleazy ex-husband, a Senatorial candidate about to marry his child-bride who’ll soon inherit a one-hundred-million-dollar fortune, might be the real target of the perpetrators of this series of bizarre happenings.
It’s enough to make her consider a career change…except Colonel Lejeune, a career soldier and the man in charge of the army lab, wants to talk to her and not the FBI. When he asks her to dinner she hopes that it’s because she has better table manners than the FBI’s Special Agent in charge.
When Caroline is roused in the middle of the night to come to work she knows she’ll be heading for a murder scene. After all, she’s homicide, it’s her job, and she’s prepared for everything. Until she arrives in a suburban commuter parking lot where a young lawyer is lying on the ground, a hole in his chest, his organs vaporized, and a topographic map of a metropolitan grid tattooed on his face. She’s in no shape to deal with the bizarre case. She’s broke, lost visitation rights to her kids and can’t remember the last time she had sex, never mind how to start dating again. The last thing she needs is for her partner, whose family life is idyllic bliss, to drag her to the morgue. A week later she still can’t decide whether the local pathologist nurtures repressed yearnings as a sorcerer, or whether victim number two—a fist-sized hole in his chest, his organs vaporized and wearing another topographic map on his face—points to something sinister that could lead to a nearby research army facility.
Her efforts to get more information are stonewalled by the army brass. Resistance, however, is the best cure for Caroline’s depression. But when overnight a crater yawns where a local church used to stand, and a third victim is found nearby wearing yet another topo map tattooed on his face, the FBI takes over Caroline’s case. And their idea of cooperation does not include sharing of information. Caroline doesn’t mind being ignored, but she hates being goaded by the FBI and their ridiculous assumption that her sleazy ex-husband, a Senatorial candidate about to marry his child-bride who’ll soon inherit a one-hundred-million-dollar fortune, might be the real target of the perpetrators of this series of bizarre happenings.
It’s enough to make her consider a career change…except Colonel Lejeune, a career soldier and the man in charge of the army lab, wants to talk to her and not the FBI. When he asks her to dinner she hopes that it’s because she has better table manners than the FBI’s Special Agent in charge.
