Indian Crime

In her 30 years as Temple Hill's most renowned matchmaker, Sarla thought she'd seen it all. Blissful unions, marriages of convenience, Mr. and Mrs. Good Enough. Not to mention the bitter unfortunates who never made it down the aisle. She's received as many threats as thank-yous along the way. Surely no one would actually harm her. A series of threatening notes, sent in blood-red envelopes, suggest otherwise. Then the body of a woman is found at Sarla's office, sprawled on her stomach next to a heavy bronze statue of the Nataraja — the god of dance. Who was the intended victim?

It all started out so simple, rob a bank and spend the ill gotten gains. Now Logan and Max find themselves fighting an entire town not just for their lives but the lives of innocent bystanders to their crime. Worst part about being a hero? You don't get paid for it.

Nice shiny silver ore, shipped out every week.Now that’s a target Logan and Max can’t resist. But, the silver’s run out and so has the town. Run out of options as an angry tribe of Indians fights for what is there’s. Now Max and Logan find themselves in a fight for their lives and only the Long Moon can save them. Whatever that is.

Her mouth twists, “I was a slave there until General Butler came along.” “I can’t imagine you being a slave to anyone.” “I couldn’t either.” She says dryly.