HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO, TO SAVE SOMEONE YOU LOVE? She died in his arms, and there was nothing he could do about it. Her blood all over his clothes, her body across his lap, he held her while sitting in the middle of the road. It had been a morning like any other. Who would have thought this would be the last day of her life? Looking into her eyes, staring dead and empty, specks of blood on her face, her mouth slightly agape, Marcus wondered, What had been her dreams? What had been her hopes? Where had she been coming from, and where had she been going? This was what he did, being a homicide detective. San Francisco's finest, the city by the bay, now beleaguered, under siege, by The YouTube Killer. A killer who's putting his kills, online. Filming them, then uploading them. Can Marcus stop The YouTube Killer before he strikes again? Marcus chose this path, and now he walks it. Living with the dead. Visiting them. Trying to understand their last moments. What were they telling him? The ghosts from his own past. The losses he'd faced in his own life. Could he redeem himself? He hadn't been able to save his mother. He hadn't been able to save his wife. And now the YouTube Killer was testing him: San Francisco's most famous detective, how much was he willing to give, in order to save the lives of others? Would Marcus be willing to give up his own life? Caught in a deadly game broadcast to the entire world, Marcus finds himself unwittingly becoming the most popular reality television star of all time, all while his life, and the lives of others, hang in peril. A spiraling descent into the darkness of his own past, Marcus fights to not only save the citizens of San Francisco, and his loved ones, but also himself.
About the Author: I write because of the fragility of our existence. I write because it's my answer to impermanence. I write because it helps me stay connected to my heart. I write because we're all different, and so much the same. I write because the world needs more tenderness. I write because I'm tired of secrets. I write because it's my path to redemption. I write because I've forsaken those that I love. I write because I want to know myself. I write because I want to know you. I write because I'm drawn towards things I shouldn't do. I write because every flower is meant to bloom. I write because life is full of paradoxes. I write because I've had to leave friends behind. I write because it's my form of prayer. I write because, when I write, I lose track of time. I write because I've walked dark streets looking for love. I write because of the way the sublime slips away from words. I write because of the twice shy part of once burned. I write because it helps me learn. I write because there are plenty of people who have written, famous well-published people, literary figures, literary giants, and I didn't like what they wrote. I write because I'm always telling myself stories anyhow. I write because I don't know all of the reasons I write. I write. I write. I write.