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Two well intended, but naïve, young citizens are drawn into the world of a sexual predator. Neal Randolph, 16, is desperate to shed the guilt that has haunted him since his role in his mother's death. So when the mother of his girlfriend is raped at the apartment complex where he works, and he's asked to secretly right the wrong, he can't say no. At the same time, Detective Delores Sanchez, a young Latina has gone undercover to stop the reign of a serial offender, but it has driven her straight to her psychiatrist's window, where high up, and off in the distance, a lone gray cloud appears to…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
Two well intended, but naïve, young citizens are drawn into the world of a sexual predator. Neal Randolph, 16, is desperate to shed the guilt that has haunted him since his role in his mother's death. So when the mother of his girlfriend is raped at the apartment complex where he works, and he's asked to secretly right the wrong, he can't say no. At the same time, Detective Delores Sanchez, a young Latina has gone undercover to stop the reign of a serial offender, but it has driven her straight to her psychiatrist's window, where high up, and off in the distance, a lone gray cloud appears to be lost. She can relate because far off, in the back of her mind, Delores has a dark cloud of her own - an innermost secret that she has never, ever, ever told anybody. Not her family, nor her friends, nor her priest. Nobody. Although Neal and Delores are drawn into the turf of the same adversary, they each have reasons to keep their investigations a secret. That is... until there's a body.
Autorenporträt
Like most Americans I liked my career of several decades but I have to admit that I didn't always approach the mornings with wild enthusiasm. But then, I retired and discovered something I never would have guessed: When the day is mine, I love to get up even earlier. Now I'm the guy who wakes up the rooster. I still work as much as I ever did, only I now work on things that bring me a different form of compensation. Like writing books. Some have asked me where I get my ideas, but it's no mystery. I had a storied youth with six sisters and a wild family. When I wasn't engulfed in that world, I spent a fair amount of my time wandering the alleys and streets of our neighborhood. A fellow learns a lot from all of those people even before he arrives for his first day of school. If he has the ability to recall the characters and the activities in which they engaged, and blend that with a dash of make-believe, there's a goldmine full of fodder from which to draw his inspiration.