Private Investigator Garth Henderson, a former NYPD vice squad and homicide detective, is up to his neck on a case involving a murdered Powerball lottery winner, who happens to be the wife of a prominent senator. His New York rip-and-run glory days on the task force have not prepared him for the hell he is about to go through solving this crime. A conspiracy theory has formed, giving new meaning to the word, diabolical. Someone killed the Senators Wife and broke the 6th commandment. That someone is gonna answer to God for their crimes.
It's Day 12 and this case just took a turn for the worst. Jacqueline Caldwell's murder seemed to be politically motivated... and if it was, I am in way over my head. These politicians don't fight fair at all. They'll level an eight year old's birthday party with a drone strike if they thought the Jack of Clubs on George Bush Jr's hit list was in attendance, and call the dead children, collateral damage. I'm about to take on Godzilla with just a handgun and a hunting knife.
For the first time in my life, I thought about running. Just disappear. But Jacqueline... oh Jacqueline... I had to do it for her. She didn't deserve to die like that. Day 38 and I feel like I'm losing my resolve on finding these killers.
I had to take a step back from Sandy Lauson with her thyroid condition and her son. Need to get focused. Someone made a move on my life last night. Evil now has a face. Evil has an organization. Evil drives a car. If this case was going anywhere near the direction I think it was, then there's gonna be a lot more killing going on. I'm getting close now and Evil wants to stop me.
I woke up this morning and opened my old trunk in the basement. Dusted off my Baretta .9mm and my Heckler & Koch .VP45. I'm walking around with four guns, 300 rounds of ammo and a two shot Dillinger. Come on... let's dance, Evil... Let's dance. I'm waiting for you.
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