Montreal . . . the long, hot summer of 1996. . .
. . . and in the dark of night, moving like a shadowy wraith, a vigilante prowls the city's streets.
The targets of his bloody rampage: the worst of the worst.
Murderers. Gangbangers. Rapists.
Six months. Sixteen murders. The harried police are still without a clue . . .
. . . until the day they receive an email from the assassin himself.
Lieutenant Dave McCall, head of Montreal's Special Homicide Task Force, needs help to crack the secrets of the killer's taunting message. He calls on an expert--Chris Barry, who runs a security firm specializing in computer communications.
Together, McCall and Barry launch a grim quest to track down a man who preys on predators--an urgent quest to bring this remorseless killer to justice.
But whose justice will prevail: theirs--or the vigilante's?
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / GeneralSales and Distribution
Individual paid sales: 20,000 copies
Sales as part of "9 Killer Thrillers" compilation: 171,000 copies
KDP Select free promotion distribution: 159,000 copies
Ranking Information
#1 overall - Amazon.com free
#211 overall - Amazon.com paid
#1 in Vigilante Justice - Amazon.com paid and consistently in top 50 of this category.
Reviews
434 reviews on Amazon.com to date, including 243 five-stars and an overall ranking of 4.2 stars.
Jimmy Green basically lived for Thursday nights. Thursday was pay-day which meant cash to go to Charlie’s, drink and play some pool. If he got lucky, he could get together with one of the bimbos who hung around the bar and get laid. Otherwise, his wife was back at home for that. It was win-win either way.
Tonight hadn’t been the best of Thursdays. He’d played eight-ball for a couple of hours but had consistently lost and was down fifty bucks. As far as women went, nothing of interest was happening at Charlie’s on this particular night so by 10:00 p.m., Jimmy, slightly drunk and definitely horny, decided to cut his losses and go home. The bitch was probably sleeping by this time, but what the hell, she’d just have to wake up and tend to his needs. He paid his bets and bar bill and shuffled out to the parking lot.
As he unlocked the door of his pickup truck, a voice behind him quietly enquired, “Howya doing, Jimmy?”
He turned to find a stranger standing a half dozen feet away, clad in black jeans, a baseball cap and a black leather jacket. Although it was dark, the man wore sunglasses, the mirror kind. In his hand was a baseball bat, swaying ever so gently.
“Who the hell are you?” Jimmy demanded in a surly tone, displaying more confidence than he actually felt.
“Why do you beat your wife?” the stranger asked softly, ignoring Jimmy’s question.
“Listen, buddy,” Jimmy growled, trying to fight the fear growing in the pit of his stomach. “I don’t know who the fuck you are or what you’re talking about. You just better get the hell away from me or I’ll break your fucking legs!”
For a few seconds, the stranger just stood there, looking at Jimmy and smiling. He then raised the baseball bat and smashed it into the side of Jimmy’s skull.
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