Jacob's Books
By the Blood of the Crescent Moon
The news of an unknown prostitute found murdered in a Southern metropolitan city would ordinarily generate no more interest than a mid-week weather forecast, but Atlanta's renowned homicide detective John Landreith has a strong suspicion that this slaying could become the defining moment in his already stellar career. Cornering the killer and forcing a confession will require a cunning maneuver in which the two detectives are left to rely on untested civilian assistance that must be perfectly timed and flawlessly executed. Landreith's experience tells him he is right to be worried, but it's that same experience that also makes this case, and its unfortunate victim, intensely personal.
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Iron Cross/Southern Cross
A year after solving the most gruesome and controversial murder in the history of Atlanta, Detective John Landreith knows he is not completely finished with the case. A second murder committed during the same time remains unsolved and haunts Atlanta's legendary homicide investigator. As he re-opens the case he stumbles upon a plot that targets a high-ranking U.S. Official for assassination. The Ku Klux Klan conspires with a direct descendant of one of Nazi Germany's most heinous war criminals and forms an unholy alliance to bring an unprecedented reign of terror and mayhem to Atlanta and the United States. Dieter Roth has arrived in Atlanta! He is joined there by his beautiful and deadly associate, Ebba Koenig. Their agenda is lethal. John Landreith is ready. The game is on!
The Wanted Book
Dr. Ethan Aronov is a distinguished professor of archaeology at Hebrew University in Jerusalem, but he is more widely known in certain parts of the world for his expertise and accomplished research of The Holocaust. A descendant of Ukrainian Jews, he has more than a passing interest in Adolph Hitler's Final Solution. With the assistance of three trusted colleagues Aronov becomes one of the most notorious and feared Nazi-hunters ever to pursue retribution and justice. With hundreds of Nazis known to have fled Europe after the collapse of the Third Reich, there is no shortage of targets.
Winter Passage
The questions came with an exhausting regularity. The same questions that she had been asking in a curious cycle, non-stop for the previous thirty minutes. The same answers were given each time, but they dissolved into the fog as quickly as they were spoken. She was eighty-three years old--an age where forgetfulness and innocent confusion ought to be forgiven, no matter how many times it occurred.
But there were other things that were happening. Things like not remembering what a washing machine was for, and the loss of her ability to operate something as simple as a can opener. There were moments of panic when she looked at her surroundings and failed to recognize the home she had lived in for nearly four decades. She began removing food from the refrigerator and placing perishable things under sofa seat cushions or inside any one of a half dozen closets located throughout the house.
What had begun as uncertainty over the use of simple household appliances and the proper storage of food rapidly encroached upon her memory of people and the relationships she had enjoyed with family and friends. I became "Charlie," a once upon a time boyfriend who had somehow emerged from the shadows of her mind. She regaled me with stories of romantic walks we had taken, and other special moments we had once shared in her youth. The eventual diasnosis confirmed what was already suspected. She was in the clutches of what they called a "major neurocognitive disorder," also known as Alzheimer's disease. The condition was terminal. The doctors gave her five years, but she passed midway through the fourth.
On the day she died I realized that I had lost her for a second and final time. The first loss was to the bizarre world that had held her mind captive. The second mercifully released her from the first, but this time she was gone for good. Winter Passage is the story of the most remarkable woman I have ever known. Her life was a tapestry woven from her experience of surviving the Great Depression, her professional years as a banker, and her never always done role as a wife and mother.
But there were other things that were happening. Things like not remembering what a washing machine was for, and the loss of her ability to operate something as simple as a can opener. There were moments of panic when she looked at her surroundings and failed to recognize the home she had lived in for nearly four decades. She began removing food from the refrigerator and placing perishable things under sofa seat cushions or inside any one of a half dozen closets located throughout the house.
What had begun as uncertainty over the use of simple household appliances and the proper storage of food rapidly encroached upon her memory of people and the relationships she had enjoyed with family and friends. I became "Charlie," a once upon a time boyfriend who had somehow emerged from the shadows of her mind. She regaled me with stories of romantic walks we had taken, and other special moments we had once shared in her youth. The eventual diasnosis confirmed what was already suspected. She was in the clutches of what they called a "major neurocognitive disorder," also known as Alzheimer's disease. The condition was terminal. The doctors gave her five years, but she passed midway through the fourth.
On the day she died I realized that I had lost her for a second and final time. The first loss was to the bizarre world that had held her mind captive. The second mercifully released her from the first, but this time she was gone for good. Winter Passage is the story of the most remarkable woman I have ever known. Her life was a tapestry woven from her experience of surviving the Great Depression, her professional years as a banker, and her never always done role as a wife and mother.