"I am the last true artist. I am Da Vinci with flesh. I am a god with
your gender. I am the genie in the perfume bottle waiting for you to
spray me onto your flesh. And you are but a blade away from your truest
self."
Jamie Davenport and her partner Skip Abrams, two of Louisville,
Kentucky's finest, find themselves up against Lakme, a self-appointed
messiah bringing his own special brand of salvation to one of
Louisville's fringe societies. Driven to this course from childhood,
Lakme wields his weapons with a purpose that is sure to undo an entire
culture of citizens. A madman who views his victims with a compassion
that drives him to inflict upon them "the change", Lakme is unaware of
his brutality and the tragedy he leaves behind. Only Jamie and Skip can
save the innocent victims that refuse to hide themselves from society
and the killer who vows to save them from a life of shame and misery.
This is the first book in the "Fringe Killers" series that will pit our
heroes up against killers seeking to take out the fringes of society.
ONE
The rain wasn't cold tonight. The coffee was. But that came with the job. I had the misfortune of overseeing the security for “Thunder Over Louisville”, an enormous fireworks display put on in celebration of the upcoming Kentucky Derby. Over a million dollars spent for a two and half minute dash to the finish line. It made little-to-no sense to me. But to the hundreds of thousands of those in search of any excuse to get drunk...it made plenty of sense. Okay so that coming from an officer of the law having to babysit those hundreds of thousands may be a bit biased. Bias or no, on the Great Lawn they sat, umbrellas in hand...the unwashed masses wait impatiently for the first of the fifty-three thousand or so kabooms from above.
And here I am, a detective with the Louisville, KY police force, standing sentry in case one of the drunks gets out of hand. It almost seemed a disgrace. I have solved murders, countless crimes, talked down suicides, and taken control of hostage situations where no other officer could pull through. I have been decorated, honored, celebrated, promoted, prissed and preened, yet here I am in the rain-soaked crowds hoping like hell this event would either get canceled or underway.
"Cinderella to Mary Jane...open up and say ahhh!"
My partner. Skip Abrahm. Skip had a sense of humor which was endearing most of the time. Most of the time. Quietly I spoke into my radio. "Cinderella this is Mary Jane...I read you. What do you have?"
"I have this hot little piece of fresh meat in my sights..."
Did I mention my partner was gay?
"Cool off the queen Skip. Just give me the details."
"You're just no fun."
