Philly suburbs, 1970 ... Lew and Izabel Kaminski return home from the honeymoon they never got to take twenty-two years earlier. But the house is empty. No signs of forced entry or violence of any sort. But their daughter’s missing.
Izabel contacts her parents and Beth’s friends, but no one’s seen her all week.
Lew goes straight to the police, then to the F.B.I., but it’s in one door, out the other. With no signs of foul play, and a “missing” individual of legal age, law enforcement refuses to get involved.
Thus it falls upon Lew to find his daughter.
He snoops around. Learns she recently started dating a member of a notorious outlaw motorcycle gang ... started experimenting with meth and LSD ... and was last seen leaving the house on the back of a motorcycle.
These discoveries send Lew into the belly of the beast ... to find his daughter ... or to find out what happened to her.
WHERE’S BETH? reads fast, with cutting-edge drama, thrills and chills, and plenty of suspense. It's the first episode of the 21 YEARS epic crime saga. Perfect time and place to start.
America’s best crime writer leads a fascinating life.
A jock in high school, Barry Bowe got kicked out of the Naval Academy two days before the beginning of Plebe Summer. Long story.
Sold life insurance, quit because he hated it.
Became a territory manager in Manhattan, for the world’s largest textile manufacturer. More interested in acting and rock ‘n’ roll, got himself fired.
Auditioned for a part in dinner theater. Got the part, didn’t know how to act. Moved on to music.
Fronted several rock groups for several years, couldn’t make enough money to support his family. Wife and two children. Favorite daughter Stevie, favorite son Ed.
Moved to Fort Lauderdale, installed carpet for a few years. Did well until aggravating an old football injury. Needed knee surgery, needed new career-path.
Moved back to Philly. Gave life insurance another try, still hated it.
Found a home in the fitness industry. Started at the bottom, worked his way toward the top. Loved his job, made tons of money. Refused to kiss the president’s ass, got fired after six years.
Divorce mixed in the middle of all that.
Moved to the Caribbean to become a writer. Didn’t know a story had a beginning, a middle, and an end. Taught algebra, geometry, and trigonometry in an expensive private school. Went from $60,000 per year, to $16,000. Tended bar seven nights a week to make ends meet, took correspondence courses on writing in his spare time.
Became a sportswriter with the local newspaper, first sportswriter to put the name of future NBA star Tim Duncan on the sports page.
Quit both jobs to move to L.A. to write the pilot for a TV series.
Moved back to the islands when the production company ran out of money. Decided to become a freelance writer, subsidized by a rich girl who thought he had talent. Found a niche in the true-crime market, wrote more than 100 stories for the True Detective magazines.
Came home to visit mom, bumped into an idea for a book. Took a day-trip to New York City to interview two agents. Liked both, picked one. Connie Clausen. Mentored him, sold his first book. Born to Be Wild in the United States, Der Wild in Germany.
Connie died, didn’t like the person taking over her agency.
Continued as an independent writer: 1964, Stosh, Caribbean Queen, The War Journal (ghost writer), Birth of the Birds, Eagles QBs A to Z. And now ... America’s best crime saga: 21 Years. Polish Widow on the drawing board.
Delivered pizza to make ends meet, for years. Loved the job and co-workers.
Loves horseracing. Splits time equally between betting on horses and writing.
Favorite grandson Zack (my spelling, not his) graduated from Rosemont College with a degree in chemistry. Favorite granddaughter Ally married a soldier stationed in Fort Riley.