Circle Of Terror by Larry PowaliszCircle Of Terror by Larry Powalisz

Circle Of Terror

byLarry Powalisz

Paperback | January 10, 2017

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Milwaukee Police Detective Declan Tomczyk, a former Marine Corps officer, is dispatched to investigate the damaging and desecration of headstones at a local cemetery.

Initially chalked up as the handiwork of Halloween pranksters, it becomes anything but when his good friend and former squad partner is critically injured. Tomczyk is determined to track down the domestic terrorists, leading him further into danger.

This marks the beginning of a series of violent crimes, eerily similar to the "reign of terror" that paralyzed Milwaukee decades earlier. As Tomczyk probes into the mysterious leads, he teams up with FBI Agent Anne Dvorak, and a romance blossoms. With the unlikely assistance of a high school athlete and World War II veteran, the investigators scramble to identify and apprehend the perpetrators. As they close in, it becomes a race against the clock to pinpoint the next target before it's too late.

Larry Powalisz spent over 25 years with the Milwaukee Police Department as an inner-city police officer and detective. He also served over 29 years with the United States Coast Guard as a reservist, active duty, and civilian, mainly in the capacity as a special agent with the Coast Guard Investigative Service. He earned a bachelor and ...
Title:Circle Of TerrorFormat:PaperbackDimensions:276 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.68 inPublished:January 10, 2017Publisher:Morgan James PublishingLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1630479764

ISBN - 13:9781630479763


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A morning breeze sent a mixture of orange and brown leaves tumbling across the neatly trimmed grass. The sun beamed in November splendor as the cool night air slowly dissipated. The first hints of an early winter shrouded him. On one knee, Detective Declan Tomczyk measured the length of a shoe print left behind by an unwanted visitor. "Size elevens," the detective told a uniformed police officer standing near him. "At least one of the suspects had on a pair of size eleven boots with four grooves across the middle. And look at this notch on the outside corner of the sole. Must have caught it on something during one of his nightly escapades. If we find this boot, we have one of our suspects." Tomczyk slowly stood, patted some dirt off the knees of his blue jeans, and surveyed the cemetery. "How many did you say were damaged, Jerry?" Holding a small, brown notebook in his left hand, the young officer moved a black pen downward and flipped the page. "I count thirteen." "Thirteen?" asked the detective rhetorically. "Not that I'm superstitious, but coincidentally, kind of an unlucky number of gravestones damaged in a cemetery on Halloween night, isn't it?" "Sure is. My money's on the group of neighborhood teenagers too old to trick or treat for the first time," responded the officer, providing a theory for the crime. "Who knows? You could be right," Tomczyk admitted. "If you want to take off, I'll handle it from here. We'll use the cemetery as the complainant. Do me a favor and file a short supplementary-you know the drill: why you were sent, who called it in, and that you secured the scene until I arrived. Just check with a couple neighbors living by the entrances to see if they saw or heard anything. If you get something good, call me."The dark circles under the uniformed officer's eyes and the beard stubble told a story of someone who had worked all night. "Thanks, Ski. Mind if I file the report tonight when I come in? I'm beat and still have to make ten o'clock court on a crummy subpoena for a preliminary hearing; it's my third day of court in a row. My wife's ready to hang me out to dry." "No problem, man. Promise me you'll go home and get some sleep after that. You look like hell. Consider this a grim reminder that they don't call it the 'graveyard shift' for nothing."