Little Girl Gone

Tucker Mayer has penned an electrifying suspense thriller that immediately grabs the reader by the throat and intensifies its grip all the way to the last page. LITTLE GIRL GONE is both imaginative and real. It is also timely – a sumptuous first novel!

Diane E. Robertson
Author, Editor & Writing Instructor

First novel or twenty-first novel, Little Girl Gone is among the best thrillers I have ever read. It is a terrifying tale of redemption, sure to be a major motion picture if the right person finds it. Do not miss this one!

Beth Donahue
Fiction Reviewer for Nothing Binding and Writers for Readers

As someone who made a living writing ads that strived to arrest and hold readers, I truly appreciate the gripping prose and captivating descriptions found in Tucker Mayer’s novel Little Girl Gone. In addition to his clever and well reasoned plot, Tucker’s subtle references to Shakespeare and the classics makes this riveting read compelling on more than one level. Expect fast moving action, cloudy mystery, and memorable characters. And, be prepared to hold on to your hat.

Stephen Upton, writer, poet, and photographer.


HERE'S AN EXCERPT FROM FROM LITTLE GIRL GONE:

Edmund Santes, Minister of Agriculture for Colombia, poured more wine in his glass. He pointed a pistol at us with his other hand. “Do you know what my biggest problem is, Mr. Zwicker?”

“That an unending number of people want to rip your lungs out?” Carly, sitting next to me, kicked me under the table, but I was stoic and didn’t yelp.

He ignored me. “No. My biggest problem is cash, Mr. Zwicker. I have too much of it. American dollars primarily, but English pounds, German marks, francs. Mountains of it. As we sit here I have over three billion in dollars nearby in secure warehouses.”

“Three billion dollars. In cash.”

“Yes.”

“And it all has to be slipped back into the economy.”

“That’s right.” He drew on his cigar. “Do you know who the biggest money launderer in the world is, Mr. Zwicker?

I thought a moment. Even in light of my precarious circumstance this conversation intrigued me. I shrugged. “Casinos?”

“Good guess, but no. The biggest money launderer in the world is the Federal Reserve Bank of the United States of America, Mr. Zwicker. What hypocrites. Every week they look the other way when the Colombian Central Bank delivers truckloads of dollars to each of their twelve branches. No questions asked. The Federal Reserve knows this cash arrives from Colombia. They know what generates this cash. Yet they take it. Why do you suppose the Federal Reserve branches take billions in cash which they know comes from the drug trade, Mr. Zwicker?”

Now that was the question.