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Detective Frank Gienna, a burnt out, ex-Vietnam veteran on the downside of a recent divorce where his wife left him for another man while he was recovering from gunshot wounds inflicted during a drug bust. He is assigned to a task force tracking down a serial killer whose only clue is an act of defiance he scrawls on the walls of all his victims: END OF the LINE/ NO VALENTINES/ NO LOITERING. During this chaotic search he meets the love of his life and in the course of their love affair she reveals she is psychically endowed and has had dreams involving the killer's identity!

SUMMERWINDS If only I could love again Breathe in again The sweet smelling blind unconsciousness of youth and spring If only I could sing again Live half complete In every moment's expectation Knowing All of life itself was still ahead How less than dead The rest of all the rest would seem If only I could dream again THE PARABLE How easy it is to share nothing with nothing Hoping something will finally come of it While the anything of who were are Wanders here and there and everywhere Beyond all despairing parables Yet blinded still and mystified By sacrifice And the unconditional unrelenting Demands of love MOONGLOW We live in the immediacy of stifled dreams, Discarded loves that circle the moon In the dead of winter's benality The long ride home, a safeway house Not far from Spring And a heartbeat away from reality. SOULMATES True love needs only silence. No words to speak,,, No need to whisper cheek to cheek, For everything that others might not understand Is understood emphatically With just one look: One glance within a crowded room Or far from home, Each talks to each incessantly And not alone.

True comic novels are as rare these days as an undiscovered Rembrandt or Picasso, and for anyone who can possibly imagine Woody Allen as a 'hit man' for the Mafia (an art teacher who is mugged and suffers amnesia), this novel presents a page by page cure-all for any ill that fails to withstand unrepressed laughter. Add to this a touch of almost impossible love (the Mafia Leader's stone cold daughter, a spinster, actually does just that by falling for the mistaken hit man, despite herself, and the suicidal odds against it) and lucky readers need fear anymore the dark winter nights, or hot summer days, while tasting the sweets of this menacing, screwball comedy that can't get any funnier than it already is -and the author, in preparation for more, is already at work on another confection of Who Killed Ramona Rosenberg? Which raises even more questions than the title suggests.