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Detective Joe Bihm hunts for a serial killer in Houston Texas.
Detective Joe Bihm walked into police headquarters on Reisner Street slowly he went to his desk. He sat in his creaky chair then opened the bag containing his usual healthful breakfast of doughnuts. As he munched on the sweet pastry he thought how good a cigarette would taste but tree hugging right wing wackos, in cahoots with do gooder assholes, had taken away his right to pollute his own lungs. Sipping his lukewarm coffee and looking around his ‘office’, he realized he was the only officer in the room.
“Oh shit.” He thought. “Did I forget another damn meeting?”
Searching the surf | |  | | Innocence Lost
The murder of his friend, a retarded black man determines Levi Landry's life course.
PROLOGUE
Innocence sometimes dies quickly. For me, the sound of my childhood fleeing abruptly was heralded by a loud blast followed by the smoke and flash of a revolver. Turtle, Louisiana in the year 1947 was a typical small town the sort of place people referred to as a wide spot in the road, or as a country town. Several small farms were scattered around just north of Turtle. Most of the adult males earned a living by rough necking either on land or off shore on oilrigs. The farms that dotted the landscape were mostly cotton and rice farms. The downtown area of Turtle had a de |
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