An array of characters - and their varied lives - are all drawn to a shared climax as a dying, bitter old man seeks to execute his horrendous plans against the inmates of the Texas state prison system. Though each is searching for answers to his/her own personal situations, all are pulled inextricably into involvement with his plot. This is a story with a different take on just who the villian may be.
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One man, wealthy and politically powerful, plots to assassinate all the inmates in the Texas state prison system in a single, horrific night. Driven by vengeance for his daughter's murder and frustration with the growing criminal problems of the state, he sets his plan into action in the waning days of his life. His existence has been influenced by the knowledge of a harrowing birth of twins, as it was retold to him many times as a child, in which he was the only survivor. Dual personalities result from his inauspicious beginnings - one good, one evil with the darker side gaining dominance.
A detective, with his own nightmarish links to the plotter, discovers hints of the plan and attempts to stop it. In his confrontation with the old man, will he be able to do so? Will he even want to as the possibilities address his own principles and opinions?
Unknown to the aged schemer until the final moments, someone close to him is imperiled by the plot. Can love of family overcome hatred for the condemned?
Others, villains and innocents, alike, are embroiled in the prevention or execution of the act. Texas, Lebanon and Vietnam are all involved in bringing a widely disparate cast of characters to their shared conclusions.
Of course, there would be survivors. He had to believe that. No matter how extensive the carnage, how deeply the damage permeated the whole, there must be those who would escape with their lives. Some, likely incurring injury but surviving. Others, completely unscathed by the disaster surrounding them. Surely there would be those.
Pressing just above a thick, hoary brow, a wrinkled hand supported his aged head. Tears poised, unnoticed, on time etched eyelids. The large, gray head shook slowly, sadly, from side to side, then stopped. Through the meager early morning light that filtered into the office, unfocused eyes glared toward a richly paneled wall while a scene, imagining the catastrophe, played out in the theater of his mind. A spectacle of devastation, bloated with inhuman death and the hellish suffering of countless victims, occupied the stage of his imagination. In actions portrayed in brilliant variegated grays and dark shadows, he watched ghostly human forms lilting surreally through the choreography of a holocaust.