The murderers remain hidden in plain sight . . . remarkable . . . poignant . . . and a little frightening. E A St Amant has created the perfect blend of conspiracy-thriller and murder-mystery. More
Phenomenal . . . an edge of the seat book . . . written in a fashion defined by the many characters and the excellent manner they are all brought together . . . a mind teaser, and just as you think you have it figured out, wham, it swerves, or reverses, or throws a curve and just plain fools you: you can’t and won’t figure this murder mystery out, I guarantee it. The murderers remain hidden in plain sight . . . remarkable . . . poignant . . . and a little frightening. He has created the perfect blend of conspiracy-thriller and murder-mystery. A wonderfully written whodunit with an ending you wouldn’t expect and can’t foresee.
It uncovers a universal paradox: for three decades two horrible murders remained a constant mystery although a suspect has been duly convicted. A homicide detective who originally investigated the case in 1980 alters his views about the man he originally put away. In fact, because of the growing riddle and a potential new killer, he changes his beliefs on human history and the way he has always looked at the modern world. His incredible journey starts here and weaves throughout the story as he searches for the truth while questioning his own role in the expanding whodunit.
A faithful Irish bulldog (construction worker), leaves Lakewood Ohio in 1975 to save himself from most certain condemnation for a double murder he so badly wants to commit and begins his fantastic adventure involving the double Lakewood murder that actually takes place five years later. This mystery will take him in 2005 to an exotic island where it all ends, or does it?
The seeming insanity . . . the dark madness, which has remained hidden from everyone involved in the vortex’s grip expands and widens to a sensational and unthinkable evil federation; a malevolent confederacy so huge, so wealthy, and so powerful, that to fight it seems futile. Will one man be able to stand against this force? Or will he go mad with the relentless weaving of the murder of the people around him and by the sheer drama of it all.