When Sherry, the blind psychic renowned for her ability to see the last eighteen seconds of a deceased person's memory, arrives in Kingston, Jamaica to investigate a murder, all is not what it seems. Sherry sets out on a frantic hunt for clues from Santo Domingo where she must leave behind her friend and confidant, retired Admiral Garland Brigham, to the remote jungles of Haiti where she confronts a legendary voodoo priest; a man who has abilities eerily similar to her own.
I was born in the Allegheny Mountains of Southwest PA. hard country--coal and steel country. In fact I worked in the Steel Mills as a teenager, last sticking rivets into the sides of what would become Candian railroad cars. When I was nineteen I drove to Washington DC and walked the streets looking for work, joined the Metropolitan Police Department and retired twenty years later as a Lieutenant. During that time I worked plainclothes investigating heroin trafficking in the DC northwest area and later investigated corruption in the DC Government.
In 1992 I got involved in the resort hotel industry on Long Island, New York, became a Human Resource Director for several years and later Director of Operations for a constortium of Luxury Hotels on the Island of Nantucket.
I now write full time in the Laurel Mountains of PA.
