I was born in the city so nice, they named it twice: New York, New York. After college, I served in the U.S. Army during the turbulent Vietnam days. Before I knew it, I was in Florida, having moved here in 1972. I think that there should be a constitutional amendment dictating that anyone living in Florida for forty years is officially known as a native of that state. I consider myself a Newyoridian.
In 1996, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis; and as if that weren’t insulting enough, cancer was found in my prostate gland in 2005. Through a number of lifestyle changes, a recent biopsy found no cancer in that organ, and I have prevented the ms from taking control of me. I began writing in 2000 as a way to channel my creative juices. Prior to ms (my PMS days, as I like to call them), I enjoyed the craft of woodworking and built a number of cabinets that I still enjoy using today. The weakness caused by the disease prevents me from holding the power tools needed to make furniture, so I traded in one kind of router for another—I use the computer to build characters, create situations, and hopefully, entertain.
In the years since ms came as a permanent, uninvited poacher, I have returned to school and earned my graduate and post-graduate degrees, now sporting a PhD after my name.
Kobe, my yellow Labrador retriever service dog, has provided me with companionship since December 2010. Of greater importance, his presence and desire to please me have increased my confidence exponentially, a liberating feeling.
All of my novels revolve around a central theme. In the case of Hallowed Ground, it is human trafficking. Come into a world of my making and see the seedy life of prostitution and drug abuse, and follow the struggles, professional and personal, of the law enforcement officers who are determined to shut down the entire operation.
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Hallowed Ground "A Murder Mystery"
by Frank Caceres
Bodies are discovered at a construction site that was previously an old church graveyard. Three of the bodies are recently deceased. Police subsequently determine they are victims of human trafficking, and just the tip of the iceberg of an organized crime syndicate. As the detectives struggle with their own personal demons, they become involved with two warring factions of organized crime.
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