How far would you go to get revenge on someone for bringing harm to your family? When Jake Nomad finds out that his father had been killed, he decides to go after those responsible. During his obsessive pursuit, he unwittingly uncovers a web of deceit, corruption and cover-up between the Mob, NYPD, the FBI and a close family member. This starts a life altering course of action that includes murder, kidnapping and the realization that finding out the truth can have consequences beyond repair but not knowing the truth can hurt even more.
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Imagine you’re a five year old boy in 1957, wearing a toy holster and cap gun while taking a walk with your father in your Brooklyn neighborhood. Then, in the flick of a moment, you witness the brutal shooting of your father. You discover that your toy gun is no match for the real guns fired that day.
Fast forward to 1992, where Jake Nomad, now a successful plumber, seeks to answer questions which have been haunting him his entire life: who killed his father and why? Discovering the truth leads him into a web of deceit, corruption and cover-up between the Mafia, NYPD, the FBI, and a close family member. Along the way, he unwittingly sets up a murder of a Mafia member and organizes a successful kidnapping of the head of the Carmino family - all of which cause reverberations in the organizations that Jake is unknowingly making waves in. While Jake is busy tracking down his father's killers, the Mafia is busy setting him up as a pawn to be used in their own Machiavellian political plays.
CONSEQUENCES OF TRUTH attempts to find out how far a man would go to enact revenge on the people responsible for bringing harm to his family.
Once you're dead, it won't matter.
Those words stomped around John Damonico’s head. He heard them above the laughter and noise swirling around his house. Massaging his temples, he couldn’t push them away. He tried to tell himself to forget them; still, that off-the-cuff remark had turned into an instant vocal replay threatening his sanity. This time tomorrow it would all be over and that comment would be forgotten, never to invade his well being again. However, it was the present that concerned him and how much he needed to get out of his house, if only for a few minutes.
Normally, he enjoyed the company of a full house every Sunday. But today, it was just too much. With a quick motion he undid his top shirt button and loosened the tie that seemed to be choking the life out him.
John heard someone ask him a question. He looked up and saw Teddy, his wife's brother, standing over him, hands in his pockets, a worried expression on his face.
"Sorry, Ted, what you'd say?"
"I just asked if you're feeling all right. You look tired."
"Ah, it's just a little headache. It's stuffy in here. There's no air today. I need quiet." He shot Teddy a glance, forced a fake smile and stood up. He patted the shorter man on the back then retreated to the serenity of his upstairs bedroom. Once inside, he went straight for the closet. He had to give the metal door a few tugs before the sticky hinges gave way. He made a mental note to oil the door tomorrow. He started to reach in to grab something but sensing the presence of someone in the room he stopped.
John whirled around and faced the intruder, his face red, his breath hot with fire. He saw Teddy standing there with his arms folded, leaning on the door jamb, like it was nothing. John didn't like other people in his bedroom, even family. In his mind it was a sanctuary and Teddy had violated his sacred space.
"Teddy, what are you doing in here? Why are you following me?"
Teddy shrugged. "Why don't you take a walk around the block? Get some fresh air?" Teddy pushed up his wire-rimmed glasses and ran his hand through his thatch of black hair.
He'd never admit it but that was exactly what he'd been thinking of doing. "I don't think that's going to help," he lied. Even though they discouraged him from leaving the house, he went out yesterday with no problem.
While John was lost momentarily in another world, Teddy slithered closer; his hands appeared out of the depths of his pockets and began conducting his words like twin batons. "C'mon, John, how long will it take? Ten, fifteen minutes? You'll be back in no time."
John knew part of the deal was that they would watch the house and him. "I don't know,” John said, still not convinced it was the right thing to do.
"If you want, I'll go with you,” Teddy offered.
"I can handle it, alone, Teddy." John paused, and then added, "Maybe it will do me some good."
Teddy's smile covered too much of his round face.