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HE'S IN THE DARK. . . New Jersey State Police officer Doug Brock has been after criminal Nicholas Bennett for years. When Bennett kills someone close to Doug, however, the whole investigation spirals out of control -- as does Doug's own life. He's put on indefinite suspension from the force, but Doug still can't let the case go. . .and he ends up sacrificing everything, including his fiance, to continue working on it off the books. Soon he discovers something big -- important enough to involve the FBI -- and calls his former partner on the force for help. . . WHILE A KILLER IS HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT. Doug's phone call ends abruptly with a bang -- literally. He's eventually found in a hotel room, shot and in critical condition. After coming out of his coma, Doug has no memory of the case, or even the last several years of his life.
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I am a novelist with 27 dogs. I have gotten to this dubious position with absolutely no planning, and at no stage in my life could I have predicted it. But here I am. My childhood was relentlessly normal. The middle of three brothers, loving parents, a middle-class home in Paterson, New Jersey. We played sports, studied sporadically. laughed around the dinner table, and generally had a good time. By comparison, "Ozzie and Harriet's" clan seemed bizarre. I graduated NYU, then decided to go into the movie business. I was stunningly brilliant at a job interview with my uncle, who was President of United Artists, and was immediately hired. It set me off on a climb up the executive ladder, culminating in my becoming President of Marketing for Tri-Star Pictures. The movie landscape is filled with the movies I buried; for every "Rambo", "The Natural" and "Rocky", there are countless disasters. I did manage to find the time to marry and have two children, both of whom are doing very well, and fortunately neither have inherited my eccentricities. A number of years ago, I left the movie marketing business, to the sustained applause of hundreds of disgruntled producers and directors. I decided to try my hand at writing. I wrote and sold a bunch of feature films, none of which ever came close to being actually filmed, and then a bunch of TV movies, some of which actually made it to the small screen. It's safe to say that their impact on the American cultural scene has been minimal.About fourteen years ago, my wife and I started the Tara Foundation, named in honor of the greatest Golden Retriever the world has ever known. We rescued almost 4,000 dogs, many of them Goldens, and found them loving homes. Our own home quickly became a sanctuary for those dogs that we rescued that were too old or sickly to be wanted by others. They surround me as I write this. It's total lunacy, but it works, and they are a happy, safe group.
