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A strange signal from space. Three generations of travelers. Questions... with answers found in BLOOD."JJ Porter has written an exciting sci-fi adventure giving a glimpse into what could be happening in our galaxy... The story is well written and the characters are believable and easy to befriend. A truly entertaining story..."-- Karl von Ahnen Planetarium Director Emeritus De Anza College/President - Pacific Planetarium Association "An imaginative tour-de-force... Once you open it, you will not be able to put it down."--David Viscar/Former editor The Cupertino Prospector
I was a young eighteen year old when sixteen mature men plan- ned and carried out my premeditated murder by cremation. At age forty-three I was diagnosed with emphysema after smoking thirty years. Had twelve more accidents or injuries that could have killed me! Kay Peterson, my mentor started, "Escapees RV Club"(Members are extended family members.) with Joe, her husband. An accomplished writer of both non-fiction and fiction. Kay told me to write this. With PTSD it was impossible. So I did write this. Despite going through needs to be recluse. Having agoraphobia, & feeling alien, with my Maria, service dog. Life is opportunity. Grateful, understatement! Lucky, absolutely! My greatest need is you, my fellow man/woman. The humane and human world of which, I am a member. In order by age, my occupations after quitting school were: laundry worker, sign writer, crash rescue fireman, ...during the "Cold War" (disabled, 2011), maintenance man ...(Wall Street; David Rockefeller's floor of the Chase Manhattan Bank.) Washington, D. C. cop... during the turbulent 60s... (retired disabled, 1971) suicide prevention, youth counselor, marriage counselor, massage therapist, hospice volunteer visitor, California realtor, eBay seller, and the most horrible and re- warding, in retrospect, caregiver to my dying wife.
INSPECTOR KATE MARTINELLI has worked the SFPD's Homicide Detail for nearly thirty years. She knows all about how a cop builds a case bit by bit to create a clear story from the scattered pieces of evidence. Until the day her fifteen-year-old daughter, Nora, happens to ask about an aunt she'd never met. Kate's kid sister died in the 1980s, a wild young woman who lost control of a car and hit a tree, end of story ... except it isn't. Because once Kate begins to look, seeking to reassure Nora that it was only a senseless accident and not the suicide a small town's gossip made it, she starts to find pieces that don't fit the picture. Holes in the evidence. Mismatched fragments that change the story Kate has told herself all these years-the story that for her, was the beginning of everything. What did happen in Diamond Lake that night? Was it an accident, or a hushed-up suicide? Or was her sister's death something darker yet?
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