Category: Action/Thriller Publisher: self published
ISBN-10: 1467930864
Type: Fiction
Pages: 316
Copyright: December 2011
ISBN-13: 9781467930864
This is the second novel written by H. D. Kirkpatrick. It follows Calder Miro, a forensic psychologist, and Kenilworth Brown, a detective, as they work to fight human trafficking.
Forensic psychologist Dr. Calder Miro and Homicide Detective Kenilworth Brown ride again. Following their path from his first noves -- Alienation of Affection -- Kirkpatrick's Trafficking Death takes the reader into a suspenseful forensic psychological page-turner about the international crimes of pedophile rings, human trafficking, and sex slavery.l Their trail leads them into the heartless world of a corporate psychopath. This tale is some serious heart-pounding action. Timely and contemporary.
Excerpt
“Whadda ya mean, ya want more money?” Augustine shouted into the phone.
“I didn’t know I was carrying a load of illegals. They’s women and kids. I think one of ‘em’s sick. It’s too risky. Runnin’ illegals ‘cross state lines is federal stuff. I want ten thousand more in cash, or I leave ‘em where they are.”
“Have they seen your face, Bennie? Can they identify you?”
“Ya think I’m stupid? ‘Course they ain’t seen my face. I picked up the truck like we planned, but I was told I was haulin’ fuckin’ electronics. Electronics, my ass. Soon as I got movin’, I heard ‘em crying and bouncin’ around back there. I covered my face and looked. And whadda ya know, my cargo was a bunch of girls and kids, yappin’ and yellin’ God knows what. Smelled like shit and vomit. Ten grand more, or I’m outta here.”
Augustine stubbed out his cigarette and considered his options. If he screwed this up, Alexi would come down on him hard. He had to handle this asshole carefully.
“Okay, calm down. My boss ain’t going to like your changing the deal like this, but I can see your point. You shoulda been told what was in the truck. You’re right. The stakes are high. Don’t panic and don’t do anything dumb. I’ll give you five thousand tonight and another five when you finish your run. I’ll make things right with my boss. Can you live with that, Bennie?”
“Yeah, I can live with that. Five grand in hundreds tonight. Same when I’m done.”
“Okay, we have a deal. Give me your location and I’ll send one of my boys to you with the money right away. Stay put. I’ll get the rest to you when you unload in Kentucky.”
Bennie gave Augustine his location, but Augustine just smiled. Alexi required all his shipments to be tracked, and the truck had a GPS transmitter. Augustine could see on his laptop screen this scumbag and his human cargo were less than a mile away. Can you live with that? No, you cannot live with that.
This was no mere illusion. Colin Chase Rand, pulled through a magical portal, landed in 1935 where the dust bowl and the Great Depression was destroying lives, and a serial killer was in their midst
