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Retribution is a dark tale of one man and one woman's
quest to bring the worst offenders in the lurid business of child
sex trafficking to justice. However, the two anti-heroes in this
story don't believe that the justice system deals effectively with
the criminals they've targeted - which are the worst of the worst.
In these cases, they become judge, jury, and executioner. Their
goal is to exact retribution on these monsters..
The two unlikely protagonists, a piano teacher and a librarian,
become unexpectedly infatuated with each other when they first
meet. The first time they make love, something very unusual happens
(not kinky - unusual. Think supernatural.) When children involved
in their lives become victims of the same pedophile, Jack and
Lilith vow to find him. Exciting, suspenseful,
The powerful summer storm disgorged its
torrents of rain amidst an accompanying crescendo of rolling
thunder. The locals referred to these events as gator gushers. In a
mostly futile effort to eke out a bit more cover from the downpour,
Jack pushed himself closer against the brick wall inside the small
alcove. He’d arrived at the library early to discover the doors
He suddenly became aware of an attractive
woman looking at him from the other side of the double doors. He
glanced at his watch—ten more minutes before the library opened.
Looking back at her, he affected a stoically forlorn expression.
After a moment’s hesitation, she smiled sympathetically and pushed
open one of the double doors.
“Why don’t you come in out of the weather?”
Her voice was soft and sweet.
Pushing himself away from the wall, he
returned her smile. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you. It is a
bit soggy out here. I left my umbrella in the car. Guess I didn’t
think it would start raining so soon.”
He stepped inside then hesitated, waiting to
see if he would be allowed to go to the research room or told to
wait until 10:00. She looked up at him as she closed the door, her
head only coming up to his broad shoulders.
Jack got the impression she might be studying
him, as if trying to reach a conclusion about something she hadn’t
anticipated. A blinding flash of light, followed immediately by a
deafening crack of thunder, caused them both to flinch and lock
eyes. Out of nowhere, an unexpected rush of sensual attraction
“Is there something I could do for you?” she
Having momentarily lost focus, the question
struck him as a bit odd. He Intended to tell her that he was here
to use the library, but, Instead, he found himself saying
incongruously, “I’m Jack, Jack Corbin.”
The woman shook her head slightly, as if this
introduction confused her. “Should I know who you are?”
“Oh.” He grinned stupidly. “No. No, I’m sure
you wouldn’t know who I am. I just thought, well I’m grateful that
you let me in and, I don’t know, I guess I just thought I should
introduce myself.” He realized he was making a fool of himself.
Rarely paying any attention to women these days, here he was
behaving like an awkward teenager. “I’m here to do some research,
you know, old newspapers and such.”
She smiled sweetly, enhancing his attraction
to her and increasing his disorientation. Thick red hair framed her
classic heart-shaped face. Jack found her natural beauty so
compelling that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Well, I’m Lilith Walker, the library
technician. I can show you how to access and use our research
guides.” Her vivid green eyes held his gaze as she spoke, and once
again Jack felt as if she was sizing him up.
Deciding not to tell her that he already knew
his way around a library research system, he replied, “It’s very
nice to meet you Lilith. And thank you very much, I would
appreciate your help.”
“Follow me,” she ordered. “What sort of
research are you interested in?”
Still distracted, he found himself a bit at a
loss for words. “Ah, um, articles on trafficking, missing persons,
gang activity, things like that.”
“Oh, are you a detective or journalist?”
“No, I’m a piano teacher—mostly.” What the
hell was happening? “The research is kind of a side project.”
Lilith studied his face but said nothing. Then
she examined his hands. They didn’t particularly look like the
hands of a pianist, but they were nice-looking, strong hands. She
looked up at his face again. He was a handsome man, in a rugged
sort of way. His tousled sandy hair and dark blue eyes complimented
his youthful-looking face. Inexplicably, without any warning,
and totally out of character, she found herself strongly attracted
to him. She’d never felt compelled to ’find a man’ to share her
life, and she certainly wasn’t looking for one now.
“A piano teacher,” she said at last. “I
would’ve never guessed.”
They entered a room with several computer
stations lining the walls. Showing him how to access the primary
index application, she explained the process for navigating the
various databases for magazines, journals, reference books, and
“Thank you very much, Lilith,” Jack said when
he realized she was finished. “I also really appreciate you letting
me come in early.” He held out his hand.
She took it into hers holding it a little
longer than seemed normal. Her hand felt so small in his. “You’re
welcome. Is Jack your given name or a nickname?”
Jack smiled broadly wondering if she was
flirting with him. “It’s a nickname I picked up in grade school. My
given name is John. There were two other boys in my class named
John. So, on the first day of school, my teacher, Sister Mary
Teresa, told me she planned to call me Jack to help her keep all
the Johns straight. She named one of the other boys Jonathan.
The name stuck, but my mother always called me Johnny,” he said
with a self-conscious chuckle.
She liked his laugh. It was genuine and
This story is like no other I've ever written, a stark departure
from my normal novels. My main motivation for taking on such a
challenging project is my belief that most people in the U.S. are
not aware of how pervasive child sex trafficking, phonography, and
sexual murder really are. Children that are eight years old, or
even younger, fall victim to this blight in our society - many
thousands of them. I felt I had to write this story.