Frustrated small-town loan officer Kyle Schmidt turns to online chat for a brief escape from his bleak reality. His fleeting affair awakens his online partner, Shelly Ruzinski, from a life of abject loneliness, and unleashes a love that quickly evolves into a dangerous obsession. She leaves a trail of murders as signs of her undying devotion, forcing the beleaguered police chief and a boy with unique perceptive abilities to stop her before she commits the ultimate act of love.
“I have to make them pay, Kyle,” she said to his picture. “But how?” Perhaps a little Internet research through public records could reveal the bogeymen in their pasts. Trivial, childish, I-am-rubber-you-are-glue kind of payback, but a housewife armed with only a laptop had limited weapons at her disposal. She went around to the back seat and opened the suitcase, searching for the laptop under the stack of lingerie.
That’s when she made a fascinating discovery. She lifted her oversized make-up case and was surprised by its weight and the clinking coming from inside. When she shook it, a .38 Smith and Wesson tumbled out, clinking against the butcher knife from her engraved anniversary cutlery set wrapped inside a black lace teddy. She reflected for a moment, not remembering packing these items but praising her foresight. Sliding the gun in her coat pocket and sheathing the knife in a white athletic sock, she jumped in the front seat and began the stakeout, watching night fall as she waited for the Neanderthals to emerge from their cave. “It’s your day of reckoning, boys. Time to pay.”
The Commander and the Chief take on the rogue Deep State: the Gunfight at the UK Corral, missing Redcoats in the Nevada Triangle, and nuclear blackmail!
