A political thriller/suspense following the rise of Harriet Rubic to the position of the President of the United States. Underlying is a conspiracy to insure the Rubic name appear for a Third Term as President of the United States.
A political thriller/suspense following the rise of Harriet Rubic to the position of the President of the United States. Underlying is a conspiracy to...
She sits bound to the chair with duct tape encircling her body. Her pleas for freedom are ignored with the perp diligently working in the kitchen preparing a dinner entree. Detectives Jose Hanson and Billie Joe Hoekstra are called to a murder scene not knowing what to expect. They arrive to find an immaculately clean house with the victim constrained in the dining room with a pasta dish in front of her. This is a first for Jose and Billie as they are fed murder after murder using food as the star witness...telling a plate full of nothing. The problem facing Jose and Billie is "How do they...
She sits bound to the chair with duct tape encircling her body. Her pleas for freedom are ignored with the perp diligently working in the kitchen prep...
Five holes dotted the back of a white raw-silk chair. An arm lying to the chair's side dribbled a rivulet of blood onto the cream colored carpeting. The entryway's doorknob turned sending a scrapping sound disturbing the condominium's sanctity as Sandra entered the hallway. The killer dipped around the corner into the living room looking into the mirror at the reflection of the target, Sandra Hemingson. Mark Hemingson is window shopping on Unter en Linden in Berlin during a lull in his erratic schedule that had him crisscrossing Europe. He spies the leather jacket that his wife, Sandra, had...
Five holes dotted the back of a white raw-silk chair. An arm lying to the chair's side dribbled a rivulet of blood onto the cream colored carpeting. T...
Mark Hemingson savored the image of Sandra, his wife, with her inviting smile as she stood in his dream floating above the waters of Last Chance Bay taunting him into her arms, knowing that she would not be with him for another four days. Her undulating figure blurred migrating into a million suspended particles before reforming into the furtive form of a woman behind an armor shield of black hair that flowed from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Moon cast a ray of light as the hair in front of her face parted showing a hollowed spirit. She spoke without speaking. "The time is...
Mark Hemingson savored the image of Sandra, his wife, with her inviting smile as she stood in his dream floating above the waters of Last Chance Bay t...