Blurb: When two dismembered torsos wash up on the banks of the local river in the small industrial town of Pleasant Valley, residents are horrified. Between contradicting statements, police ineptitude, lust, lies, manipulation, incest, the motorcycle gang The Devil’s Disciples, crooked cops, and a botched crime scene, everyone becomes a suspect. The young beautiful Jackie Reeves, a registered nurse, believes the killer is a man from her past. She contacts the dangerously handsome FBI Agent Walker Harmon. An arrest is made, but Harmon and Jackie believe an innocent man is being railroaded by local cops. Determined to find the truth, before anymore killings, Agent Harmon and Jackie are forced to run a gauntlet of deep trouble and turmoil, which marks them for death.
Excerpt: By the time he finished with the local P.D., it was dusk. Returning to Pleasant Valley, Harmon drove directly to the gravel-covered parking lot of an old wood tavern. Once a respectable dance hall and grill, rock and country bands from miles around eagerly waited their turn to woo the patrons. Now, with a reputation as scummy as a filling station bathroom, the dump attracted only the “five-and-dime” clientele.
Pock-marked with potholes, the parking lot barely showed under an overgrown pattern of weeds and rubbish. Once the principal watering hole for the area’s doctors and attorneys, today, it was the hang-out for some of the lowest forms of humans.
Yet, the “Cat’s Meow” was the only strip joint in town and second home to forty-year-old Deidra Sloan. The bar-grill sat on a corner in the middle of town, and was a short walk from five other gin mills.
Deidra, born to a family that drank their meals and thought “work” a dirty word, was pure sewer no matter how you sliced her.
Harmon parked, and a drug dealer approached. “Hey, man, I got some ass-kickin’ shit for ya.”
Flashing his shield, Harmon rasped out, “Get lost, asshole! I’m a Federal Agent.”
The bum made rapid tracks down the dimly lit alley.
“Ah, hah!” laughed a scrawny brunette from the shadows.
Watching Deidra return to her dead-end job, Harmon strolled back across the parking lot fumbling with his keys. Looking down, he was obviously, unaware a white van sped toward him.
“Hey!” screamed a female patron exiting the bar.
Jumping across a parked car, Harmon narrowly escaped death as the van zoomed past. It was around the corner before he could zero in on the license plates.
“Are you all right, sir?” the woman asked.
“I am now, thanks to you,” he said. Easing into his car, he carefully drove off, alert for another attack. None came…then.
Not returning to The Inn until after midnight, the exhausted agent unknowingly awakened Jackie. Noticing her standing at the top of the staircase, he apologized, “Sorry for being so noisy.”