How do you get the virgin to the top of the volcano without letting her know she's the sacrifice?
Meet twice divorced, Darce Vardy. A coddled, middle-aged social worker with a penchant for minding his own business, wearing spiffy clothes and caring for his beloved antique red BMW.
Darce was knee-deep in a recurring dream about his boyhood dog when the phone rings and the world as he knows it begins to turn inside out. The cold cruel voice at the other end of the line goads him into solving riddles in a frantic attempt to save the life of an innocent child.
"Come off it, Millicent,’ he says. “I'm an office drone, for God’s sake - not a parlor psychologist.”
The reader may well ask why Millicent chose him? Is he the virgin for this particular volcano?
Maybe, there's more going on here than meets the eye.
Trickery, mayhem, and possibly murder, along with some genuine love and compassion vie for pride of place in Darce's story, along with dry wit, intelligent twists, and extra crisp dialogue.
The villains are despicable, the good guys and gals are delightful, and those that fall in between do their best to provide a quality reading experience.