"Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it." Proverbs 22:6
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Mick Hart returns in a case that is both professional and personal to the private investigator.
It's Election Day Tuesday. In the news, Odelot, Ohio elects its first African American mayor. A fatal car jacking has left a woman dead. Two teenage girls are missing: Sapphire (Mary's Little Lamb) and Brook, the daughter of John Lincoln, Odelot's, first African American mayor. PI, Mick Hart is called upon to find one of the missing girls, while Odelot's finest searches for the other. The search for Mary's Little Lamb may lead Mick to the other missing teen. Who and what Mick finds through his investigation brings one family joy and the other family pain.
Mick's search for Mary's Little Lamb leads him to a pack of wolves. These wolves prowl the schoolyards and shopping malls of Odelot and the information highway of the Internet, preying on little lambs. They hang out on playgrounds as child pimps and lurk online as wolves in sheep's clothing. It's up to Mick Hart to find out which ones have nabbed the missing teens.
Mick has a personal grudge toward the newly elected mayor John Lincoln. It's unknown whether Mick lets his hostility interfere with his duty in finding Brook, Lincoln's daughter. If Mick does agree to find the missing teen, it will cost Lincoln. The price comes with Lincoln divulging a painful secret from his past . . . a secret that answers the why to this cozy whodunit romantic mystery.
A Page from Sapphire 's diary
I taste as sweet as honey and my skin has that sweet honey glow
Men, young and old desire me at the first glance of me
Young, sweet and tender . . . that is how they like it
Rockin' "Butta Phat" jeans in which I put the BUTT in Butta . . . and the PHAT in all the right places.
They all desire a sample . . . you see, they can't control themselves when they see the thickness of my thighs
36-25-40 . . . no this is not the combination to my locker . . . but the design of a perfect woman
No woman young or old can touch me . . . I can capture a man's mind and pocket with one hip action.