This is from a scene in “The Swamps of New Jersey.” My novel has just been released by Imzadi Publishing.
Detective Frank Nagler is unraveling a criminal enterprise that could touch city hall. Mayor Gabriel Richman is arriving at a construction site Nagler is policing.
“Meanwhile, the campaign had been rolling into its last week and both Richman and Yearning had appeared at several debates and forums in recent days. Maybe he’s just too busy, or just too arrogant, Nagler thought. But if you act like nothing is wrong, then no one suspects.
So Richman smiles and waves at campaign events, and shakes hands and purses his lips and furrows his brow when he speaks with a business owner whose shop was flooded out, and snarls and yells when Yearning suggests that he is a corrupt politician.
Richman speaks about leadership and dreams, about rebuilding the city, about rising from the floods and the swamps and standing glorious in a new sun. And the crowds cheer, and wave their silly hats and signs; they chant his name. He smiles back, a man in his element. Love me. Adore me. I am yours.”