Three men and a woman: A young idealist with mayoral ambitions; a corrupt mayor who reaps millions from bribes and kickbacks; a morally-conflicted bagman who is overly protective of his troubled son; and a voluptuous, manipulative assistant prosecutor with a zeal for good living.
Leaving a late night meeting, the young idealist encounters a mysterious woman on a dark road. He later discovers she witnessed one of the most brutal murders ever to hit the city. With the crime-ridden city in an uproar, the mayor is determined to do whatever is necessary to protect his loot. He enlists the sensuous assistant prosecutor, with whom the idealist is having a steamy affair, to pin the murder on him. The scheme fails. So the mayor frames his bagman's son instead. But the bagman will go to any lengths to protect his son.
In page after nail-biting page, The Dreamkillers weaves a classic tale of murder, greed, power, betrayal, naked ambitiion, lust, insanity, growth and redemption as it reveals how the tawdry layers of corruption lmit the dreams of the city's innocent victims.
Excerpt
Most murders in Liberty were routine affairs. They were from bullets piercing the torso, head or neck, often multiple times. Deaths from stabbings were routine also; mostly straight or serrated knives puncturing the abdomen, chest or back or razors slicing the Adam's apple and jugular vein. Hangings, beheadings and other machete-type murders occurred occassionally, as did bludgeonings. Torchings and hangings were rare.
Lieutenant Detective Frank Hill had thought he'd seen every possible way a person could be murdered. Each night on duty, Hill investigated one or two crime scenes and at least one homicide a week. But this murder here was by far the most brutal in his 37 years of law enforcement. Two years shy of retirement and he had to witness this shit.
"Damn." He shook his head and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "This is some fucked up shit here. Yes sir, this is some fucked up shit here. Stinks like hell too."
The man from the Coroner's Office pointed to the single-barrel shotgun still inserted in the boy's behind. "That's where it's coming from."
