Women Vigilante

On the planet now known as High Tortuga, the mine workers are far too close to being slaves so the ruler of the planet shut them down. Except for the mine owned by Venfirdri Lan. He's taken his mine off the grid and decided to keep everything running. With no need to pay the workers, profits should be good. After all, who's going to stop him? He had no idea there was a new type of man working for justice on the planet. A man named Barnabas. In fact, he didn't even know who Barnabas was. But he's about to.

A major breakdown in society has descended and everything is spiralling out of control on council ghettos across the city. The police don’t have the ability to deal with it and are demoralised.

Crime scene to crime scene I go, interview upon interview I question, and it all yields nothing but more questions, more media attention, and the sound of a voice on the phone. A voice that haunts me late into the night with a yearning to taste the forbidden. The man the media calls the "Vigilante" is supposed to be my prey, but instead we dance. Every possible step closer, he evades. Only his faceless taunts close the distance between us. I can barely catch my breath. Then the copycat killings begin, and I struggle to hold my grip on the truth.

When porn producer Sal Turbit is found dead in his apartment, no one seems to care. No one, that is, except Detective Lynette Wilton. Lynette has been a homicide detective for only three months, and has yet to earn her stripes. Murder is murder no matter who the victim is - and Lynette is out to catch a killer. Could the killer be Wanda Chambers, a mentally ill woman who hates the “scumbags” who prey on the vulnerable? Wanda’s beloved sister, Cathy, was one such woman.