Strawberries

Strawberries is the name he has been given. When they let him out, they had no way of knowing what he was. A psychopath. A killer. The body count is at twenty already, and there doesnt seem to be an end in sight. Agent Harry Bland cant see one anyway. He doesnt have a single clue to go on. It doesnt help that his mind wont focus. His heart just isnt in it anymore. Half way across the country, Sylvia is in a different state of mind. When she isnt selling sex to the rich, she is doing her best to disappear. She lives a life of assumed names, one night stands, and a constant stream of narcotics. Sylvia has heard of Strawberries. Of course she has. So has everyone who has turned on the television or surfed the net. Yet, she has no way of knowing just how much his life will affect hers. Seedy hotels, cross country truckers looking for the meaning of life, homemade pie, a reporter with her own secret agenda, obscenely expensive champagne, and plenty of spilled blood await our cast. But make sure to read fast..Strawberries has killed number 21