Miami Requiem (A Deborah Jones Crime Thriller Book 1)
Book Details
Author(s)J.B. Turner
ISBN / ASINB00H4IG6EA
ISBN-13978B00H4IG6E4
Sales Rank346,542
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
'She wanted the truth. They wanted her dead'. Since her first day on the Miami Herald, rookie reporter Deborah Jones has been agitating for a shot at one particular story. William Craig is on Death Row, convicted of killing Senator Jack O'Neill's only son. There is no question of his guilt. Craig murdered the young man who was acquitted of raping his granddaughter. There are only five weeks and one day until his execution. And Craig has not given a single interview. Deborah Jones has assembled a whole dossier on the case, including court transcripts and every newspaper clipping. She wants to know what prompted Craig to exact revenge. And she has her own, very personal reasons for wishing to uncover the truth. Managing editor of the Herald Sam Goldberg is well aware that Senator O'Neill has powerful friends. The two men have crossed swords on a number of occasions. But against his better judgement, he decides to give Deborah a chance to prove herself. Only with one warning - 'Be careful. Florida may be the Sunshine State to most people. But it's not. It's a swamp. Don't ever forget that.'
Here's an extract from the prologue:
'He was staring into oblivion, all alone, just before dawn. Unable to summon help, prostrate on the clay basketball court within Flamingo Park. Every time he tried to shout he swallowed some more warm blood. He felt no pain and did not fear the darkness. Strange. Face to face with eternity and he began to wonder how the headline writers would report his death. Perhaps, Senator's Son Slain by Knifeman in Florida Park. He closed his eyes for a moment and smelled the cut grass in the steamy air - a hint of azaleas. The overhanging palm trees and sodden oaks partially obscured the billions of stars in the darkness...He felt himself slipping away. The wail of a police siren split the sultry South Beach night...'
Here's an extract from the prologue:
'He was staring into oblivion, all alone, just before dawn. Unable to summon help, prostrate on the clay basketball court within Flamingo Park. Every time he tried to shout he swallowed some more warm blood. He felt no pain and did not fear the darkness. Strange. Face to face with eternity and he began to wonder how the headline writers would report his death. Perhaps, Senator's Son Slain by Knifeman in Florida Park. He closed his eyes for a moment and smelled the cut grass in the steamy air - a hint of azaleas. The overhanging palm trees and sodden oaks partially obscured the billions of stars in the darkness...He felt himself slipping away. The wail of a police siren split the sultry South Beach night...'
