HER NAME IS GINGER. HANDLE ACCORDINGLY.

It was like a scene from a movie: the beautiful blond screaming on a Washington beach, a dead man lying at her feet; the dashing homicide detective arriving to offer kindness and solace to the distressed lady. What it wasn’t was a restful vacation for Homicide Detective J. P. Beaumont. And now a murderous mix of politics and passion is turning Beau’s holiday into a nightmare–and leading the dedicated Seattle cop into the path of a killer whose blood lust is rapidly becoming an obsession.

While I was writing this book, I was living in a high rise condo. During a temper tantrum, my son threw something down the garbage chute-- something that shouldn't have gone there. Bent on retrieving the item, we headed for the garbage room in the basement. It was the end of a three day weekend. Garbage was backed up into the chute. It took a long time before we finally managed to find and retrieve the missing item. But, as I said earlier–for a writer everything is usable. When it’s time for Beau to go Dumpster diving in Injustice for All, I really knew whereof I spoke.

JAJ