Returning from Panama, and the savaging of Team Bravo, contract DEA operator, Captain Alexander Scott Richter, finds he returns six days late of his daughter’s funeral.
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Returning from Panama, and the savaging of Team Bravo, contract DEA operator, Captain Alexander Scott Richter, finds he returns six days late of his daughter’s funeral. With no help from his ex-wife, her new husband, or the police, Richter embarks on a quest to uncover the murderer of the only thing he ever truly loved, his child.
As a part of his probe, Richter is confronted by the realization of his own inadequacies as a parent, a father. Delving deep into the underside of New Orleans, he encounters a youth under-culture more savvy, more enduring, than any soldier’s ability to survive a conflict.
With help from an unknown shadow collaborator, Richter recklessly stumbles from one disclosure to the next, haphazardly encroaching on the perpetrator of his daughter’s demise.
A three-year resident of New Orleans (1989-91), Sturmen Krieg utilizes the underbelly of this Gulf Coast jeweled city as a backdrop for prostitution, pornography, pedophilia and murder. Employing his topographic intimacy of the city, Krieg brings to the forefront well know, and some not so well know, points of geographic and historical interest.
Richter viewed the carpeted corridor between frosted, Plexiglas cubicles. He watched detectives step from one square to another. Some, he heard, traded pertinent investigative information. Others smoked and joked, much the same as enlisted men at the staging area on the Rio Chucunaque. Some cared, he guessed, some not. On a second notion, he decided his impromptu evaluation was not exclusive to law enforcement, or to the mercenaries he commanded in Panama. Most people cared about something. It was how they prioritized their feelings that showed the measure of their worth. To simply care was insufficient. You have to show people you love them. You have to be there.