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It is 1999, and someone is slaughtering young black women in Burdon County, Arkansas.
But no one wants to admit it, not in the Dirty South.
In an Arkansas jail cell sits a former NYPD detective, stricken by grief. He is mourning the death of his wife and child, and searching in vain for their killer. He cares only for his own lost family.
But that is about to change . . .
Witness the becoming of Charlie Parker.
480 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 3, 2020













It was currently playing something by the Eagles, because somewhere in town was always playing something by The Eagles.I was a little dismayed, fearing that the author would populate the entire book with trash-talking grandmas, dumb-as-a-brick redneck cops and the like.
"My name is Evander Griffin. I'm the Chief of Police here in Cargill."
"I know."
"That's usually the cue for someone to offer his name in return," said Griffin, "or I could ask you to produce some identification, but I find a plain exchange of appellations to be more civilized."
"My name is Parker."
"What do you do, Mr. Parker?"
"I'm currently between positions."
"Unemployed?"
"By inclination."
"So what was your previous vocation, before you became inclined to divest yourself of it?"
The truck, a Ford SVT Lightning, was brand new, Vinson having come into money following the death of his stepfather. A more sensible human being might have put some of that cash away instead of blowing the bulk of it on a new truck and the rest on a custom paint job inspired by the cover of Molly Hatchett's Flirtin' with Disaster album*.