Slaughter County; the name conjures up all sorts of disturbing images. In reality, nothing noteworthy ever happens in this quiet hamlet - not if you're a homicide detective anyway. Not until that fateful autumn evening ...The midnight sky was pitch-black, save for a sliver of a crescent moon overhead. Off in the distance emanated the lights of the city, oblivious to the darkness of this deed. A face suddenly appeared upon the reflection of the glass as the flame was lit - it was the face of vengeance - the face of evil. A phone call was made just as the match ignited its means to an end. A groggy, barely audible \"Hello\" reverberated through the phone.\"Click\" and the phone met its fate in the fledgling fire. As the inferno began to spread a single act remained ... | Smoke and Mirrors by Ronald Lamont, Paperback | Indigo Chapters