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Just as the City of Portland Maine is struck with a horrific crime wave of high school drugs and teenage killings, Lead Detective Priscilla Harris’ life swirls out of control. A terrible car accident has derailed her son’s basketball dreams, so he quits college and turns to methamphetamines to cope. To keep him from backsliding any further, Priscilla spends thousands of dollars on two drug rehab programs, but when the second try fails she doesn’t know where to turn. Worse yet, she learns her husband has stolen the remaining $30,000 of her inheritance money to run off with his beautiful, blond secretary. In the midst of it all, a mysterious red-gloved stranger is stalking both Priscilla and her son.
Can Priscilla find some way to save her city and her son before the bodies of more Maine teenagers are found stacked like cordwood?
In “The Santa Shop” Tim Greaton showed us the bitterness of despair and the sweet taste of hope. In this second book of “The Samarians Conspiracy” he serves up a full, seven-course emotional meal. Priscilla’s story will drag you through the depths of struggle and despair but not without amazing rewards.
One reviewer says, “Tim’s fans will follow him to Hell in gasoline raincoats….”
You're invited to find out why.
A note from the author:
Dear Reader,
Thank you for considering "Red Gloves."
When I was about sixteen years old, several police cars converged late at night on my father's house. Apologetic for disturbing our family, a detective explained that a local 24-hour store attendant had been stabbed and I was one of a handful of known males about the right age and within walking distance.
I was visiting my girlfriend's house several miles away at the time, and the detective readily agreed with my father that it wouldn't be right to embarrass my girlfriend's family by showing up there. Instead, my father called and asked if I could "...get home right away!"
My girlfriend's mother kindly offered to drive me, but because she had just finished a glass of wine she dropped me off several blocks from my home, a location not so likely to invite questions about her sobriety. Unfortunately, that added twenty minutes of walking time before, quite confused, I walked past the police cars in front of my house and through the door. The detective took one look at my slim frame, button-up shirt and dress slacks then acknowledged I didn't look anything at all like the criminal.
I was, of course, relieved even if my evening had ended early. But, as the apologetic detective turned to leave, he gestured to one of the patrolman and said, "Do you think you could drop this young man back where he was?"
That detective's kind manner is a trait I modeled while writing this novel. Our female detective is street savvy but not jaded, and even though her personal life is filled with disaster, she continues to treat the people around her with compassion and respect.
I enjoyed spending time with Lead Detective Priscilla Harris, and I hope that if you do decide to share her experiences that the conclusion of her difficult journey will leave you with a smile.
Thank you once again for sharing so generously of your time.
Your friend,
Tim Greaton
Just as the City of Portland Maine is struck with a horrific crime wave of high school drugs and teenage killings, Lead Detective Priscilla Harris’ life swirls out of control. A terrible car accident has derailed her son’s basketball dreams, so he quits college and turns to methamphetamines to cope. To keep him from backsliding any further, Priscilla spends thousands of dollars on two drug rehab programs, but when the second try fails she doesn’t know where to turn. Worse yet, she learns her husband has stolen the remaining $30,000 of her inheritance money to run off with his beautiful, blond secretary. In the midst of it all, a mysterious red-gloved stranger is stalking both Priscilla and her son.
Can Priscilla find some way to save her city and her son before the bodies of more Maine teenagers are found stacked like cordwood?
In “The Santa Shop” Tim Greaton showed us the bitterness of despair and the sweet taste of hope. In this second book of “The Samarians Conspiracy” he serves up a full, seven-course emotional meal. Priscilla’s story will drag you through the depths of struggle and despair but not without amazing rewards.
One reviewer says, “Tim’s fans will follow him to Hell in gasoline raincoats….”
You're invited to find out why.
A note from the author:
Dear Reader,
Thank you for considering "Red Gloves."
When I was about sixteen years old, several police cars converged late at night on my father's house. Apologetic for disturbing our family, a detective explained that a local 24-hour store attendant had been stabbed and I was one of a handful of known males about the right age and within walking distance.
I was visiting my girlfriend's house several miles away at the time, and the detective readily agreed with my father that it wouldn't be right to embarrass my girlfriend's family by showing up there. Instead, my father called and asked if I could "...get home right away!"
My girlfriend's mother kindly offered to drive me, but because she had just finished a glass of wine she dropped me off several blocks from my home, a location not so likely to invite questions about her sobriety. Unfortunately, that added twenty minutes of walking time before, quite confused, I walked past the police cars in front of my house and through the door. The detective took one look at my slim frame, button-up shirt and dress slacks then acknowledged I didn't look anything at all like the criminal.
I was, of course, relieved even if my evening had ended early. But, as the apologetic detective turned to leave, he gestured to one of the patrolman and said, "Do you think you could drop this young man back where he was?"
That detective's kind manner is a trait I modeled while writing this novel. Our female detective is street savvy but not jaded, and even though her personal life is filled with disaster, she continues to treat the people around her with compassion and respect.
I enjoyed spending time with Lead Detective Priscilla Harris, and I hope that if you do decide to share her experiences that the conclusion of her difficult journey will leave you with a smile.
Thank you once again for sharing so generously of your time.
Your friend,
Tim Greaton
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