John Bowman is a former Atlanta police detective, now spending most of his time tracking down people who have been cheating on disability and worker's compensation programs for big insurers, and tracking down the occasional missing person. With his crew of technical specialists, and his personal willingness to make it with beautiful women and knock heads with bad guys, he's able to bring resources to bear that get results. And in a case like this, full of sexy slave girls, strippers and belly dancers, Bowman is going to have his lap full.
Who kidnapped April Dancer? One of her lust-crazed fans from her days as an exotic dancer? The Mothers of Propriety, a collection of morally snooty types? Or the ALFALFAns (the Alliance of Lesbian Feminists Against Legalized F*king and Assault) a collection of womyn who despise myn? Or was it a desperate TV-crazed nutjob? Can John Bowman find April before someone decides that murder is no worse than kidnapping and sends April through the final veil that shields life from death?
And most of all for Bowman, as he discovers that Lady Astra is more than she seems to be, what sort of relationship might he have with her?
This novel is a little over 122,000 words long, and each word is better than the one that preceded it!