Hallowed Ground

“Sumbitch! What the hell’s that?” The burly construction supervisor’s booming voice outweighed the cacophony of a roadway intersection expansion site, and a dozen heads snapped toward the sound. Jackhammers went silent, shouts and curses ceased, shovels stopped digging.
 Orville, the supervisor who preferred to be called “Boss,” barked complaints, orders, and expletives into his walkie-talkie, and many of the crew felt sympathy for whoever was on the other end of that line. Paved by a two-pack-a-day cigarette habit and reinforced with an immeasurable gallonage of beer, his gravelly voice burrowed through the mouthpiece of the tiny cell phone, a woefully outmatched technology."
 And so begins my latest novel...

A number of bodies have been found at a road construction site, most of which date back to a church graveyard that's been there for over one hundred years. The Medical Examiner determines that three of the bodies have been buried there for about six  months. Investigation by Tampa homicide detectives uncovers a ring that operates a human slavery/prostitution enterprise. Internal strife within the criminal organization threatens to spill onto the crowded streets of downtown Tampa and the detectives must stop the bloodshed. The problem is that the police do not know where the conflagration is to take place.

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am Bondi, former State of Florida Attorney General, waged war against human trafficking while in office, and she placed a copy of Hallowed Ground in the AG's library.