When a bloody painting is found hanging on a café
wall, Benny James is summoned by the local police department. Retired from the FBI, working as a private investigator, he remains a major player when it comes to peculiar murder scenes and cracking clues.
Tracking down the killer with Officer Vernon Kearns, the partners find bizarre art pieces which lead to discarded bodies. As the list of suspects grows, a couple of artists living in a broken down plantation house pique their interests. One of the artists has the odd habit of taking on the personalities of others. The other has a secret she is desperately trying to hide.
Vernon’s detective skills mature as he and Benny
rendezvous with another eccentric cast of characters, new and old. For the small town in Georgia this may be the most important case of Benny’s life as the town teeters on fear’s edge.
Benny James is back! The former FBI agent turned private eye is whisked into action by TV evangelist, Reverend Jim, who heads a mega church in Mississippi and has a major problem. Reverend Jim’s son, Brother Jim, has taken his battle against sin to the extreme. Attractive young women are being “baptized” by being pushed from bridges.
Benny jets to West Palm Beach, Florida, the epicenter of the murders, to join his girlfriend and media powerhouse. As she chases the story, an adversary from her past vies for Benny’s affection. An FBI agent and hot young gun, becomes infatuated with Benny and creates more waves in an already turbulent atmosphere.
The bizarre murders continue as the fatal baptismal rituals increase in frequency. Only one woman survives, but she disappears before she can identify her would-be killer.
With the help of a new cast of eclectic characters, as well as some old favorites, Benny crisscrosses Florida in search of answers, making connections, in an attempt to catch the killer before more young lives are washed away.
I am almost finished writing the second book in my Benny James mystery series. I will definitely be finished by the end of June, but probably before.
Just as I’ve done in the past, when I get close to finishing one book, I write the first few pages of the next one. A couple nights ago I had the pleasure of visiting the 70’s camper. After writing a little over 2,000 words, an idea hit me. I opened a new Word document, and started the first chapter of book 3.
I’ve thought about book 3 a little in the past few days, but not too much as I need to keep my focus on book 2. Last night though, in the middle of the night, my brain decided it was ready to do some heavy planning. I must have lay there for two hours at least mulling over all the possibilities. As frustrating as it was not to be sleeping, it was exciting at the same time. I have some great ideas! This is going to be the best one yet.