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The first in a series of police action thrillers featuring Detective Matt Goeser.
Millerton, Wisconsin is a peaceful, mid-sized city with such a low crime rate the police don't even maintain a separate homicide division. The peace is shattered on a warm June afternoon when a pornography shop explodes and burns. When the fire department finds four bodies with gunshot wounds and evidence of a homemade bomb, Lieutenant Matthew Goeser is given the job of finding out who and why.
Within hours Matt learns the bomber, dubbed The Paymaster, is on a crusade to eliminate "evil" by killing those he believes to be purveyors of filth. In less than a month, his targets include the porno shop, a strip joint, an abortion clinic and the local television station. Thirteen people have become victims of his bombs and bullets.
Only two people have seen The Paymaster, and when the first witness is gunned down on a dark street, the crimes become personal for Matt Goeser. The remaining witness is Beverly Jankowski, the woman he loves. The Paymaster knows where Beverly lives and works. If his campaign against evil is to continue, she must die.
When Beverly is kidnapped from her office in Millerton's busiest shopping mall, the pressure is on. Matt must find the madman before Beverly becomes his fourteenth victim, and time is running out!
"Concealed by the shadows, The Paymaster leaned over and undid the zipper on the gym bag. It was too dark to see what he was doing, but he had anticipated poor lighting, and his fingers knew the exact location of the switch. After a moment of fumbling he rezipped the bag and pushed it against the wall behind him. Quickly finishing the liquid in the glass, wincing when the heavy ice fell against his teeth, he pushed back his chair, stood, and walked rapidly toward the exit. He had less than five minutes to be out of the area. As he exited, the dancer was reaching the climax of her performance and the customers were hooting with mock excitement. No one was paying any attention to him.
The air in the parking lot was fresh and clean after the polluted interior, and when the door closed behind him, the abrupt quieting of the music felt like a physical relief to his battered ears. He walked toward his car, not aware of the cleansing of the rain or the puddles flooding his shoes. In a few minutes people were going to die because of their sins, and although he didn't enjoy being the instrument of their punishment, he felt no remorse for those who would perish."