Lou Springer, a veteran Homicide Detective with twenty years on the job, retired with the hope of finding a new life, well-earned peace, and quiet. But life had other plans, and  within one week of her return, to the small town of her youth, had become immersed in a series of incredibly brutal murders. A game was being played out, it involved mysterious players who hid amongst the shadows.  Unflinchingly, Lou launches headlong into murder and mayhem, where most law enforcement agencies are unwilling, or unable to go.

Lou Springer – Excerpt

Warmly satisfied with the booty, Lou navigated her truck past the old city park, which sat in the center of town, where Main Street dead-ended old Highway 91. Railroad tracks paralleled the highway, which ran southwest to northeast and divided the town by two. The small business center to the west, townsfolk resided on the eastern front. Trains whistled their way with loads of Aberdeen angus, the most popular, Hereford and Holstein cattle for market and dairy. Centered, but opposite the end of Main Street, sat the old railroad station house, christened in nineteen hundred thirteen, surrounded by an intact rail park, and a reminder of the days the iron horse ruled the land. In her youth it hosted the homeless, their gallon size bottles of cheap rose-colored wine, she possessed memories of warm months, which offered star lit nights for circles of men who passed jugs from one to another in muted silence. Parents whimsically warned their children to avoid the park where Aqualung lured and captured unsuspected children, a song written in the 1970’s about crazed homeless man who lurked in the shadows of parks, in wait for tasty children.