For more than ten years, young, healthy men all over the country have inexplicably died. In each case, death has been attributed to natural causes.
An aging FBI agent has been assigned the task to find out why. Before long, he realizes that these men from various backgrounds have something in common, or perhaps someone. Agent Garrison Edwards discovers a young woman who has come into contact with all the victims sometime prior to their demise. He knows he must find her in order to answer the question as to why so many people have mysteriously died.
Molly Prescott has been on the run all these years, always looking back and seeing a trail of bodies behind her.
Ultimately, the FBI agent and Molly end up in the same small East Texas town, where following their arrival the once-peaceful hamlet becomes the murder capital of the state.
Excerpt
Henry David Lewis lay dead in the tall monkey grass practically next to the shoulder of the well-traveled Interstate. As he lay there in his eternal sleep, a multitude of unknowing drivers whizzed by in their vehicles only a few yards away. The grass and thistles around him gently swayed in their wake.
The highway was full of the noise of trucks, cars, and motorcycles. They plied their way in either direction to their final vacation or work-related destination. The creatures that hid in the tall grass shrieked and chirped in response to the loud cacophonies of the engines. But, Henry David Lewis was like the night before Christmas-he did not stir nor did he make a sound.
Less than seventy-two hours earlier, Henry had been a vibrant human being with money in his pocket, a key to a new BMW three series, a wallet full of credit cards-one Platinum, and a bright future at one of America's fastest growing telecommunications companies. "That boy's going places," his coworkers in Houston would say. They all knowingly, perhaps enviously, nodded their heads in agreement.
Now, his skin was starting to deteriorate and to be quite honest, Henry was beginning to really smell.
Henry patiently waited to be discovered by a motorist whose bladder couldn't wait for the next gas station. Then, the police would come, followed by the coroner, who would be mystified by the death of a young man in a business suit whose body had been found along a major highway.
Was it a natural death?
Only one person hereabouts knew and he wasn't telling. Was Henry not in this awkward position, he probably could shed a great deal of light on the situation. He could tell them the whys and wherefores about his sudden demise on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere. He could explain how he got there in his three-piece suit when there was no automobile in sight.
But, Henry was unavoidably detained from testifying for the rest of eternity and so there would be no truth told in court this day.
Six straight men in the cast plus free Tex-Mex food? My friend Lida Rose sure knew how to persuade me. I signed on the dotted line and dusted off my dance shoes. I knew Bad Business on the Brazos would have them rolling in the aisles and standing up
Jerry Lowenstein, an octogenarian and a nice guy, has written a fantastic mystery/ suspense novel that takes place just after WW2 on and near Bikini Atoll. He actually witnessed an atomic bomb test. Can you imagine that?
