Paul Cullen, a naive reporter, stumbles into the Media lime light while covering a string of murders in the city. As life would have it, this young man learns more about the inner workings of the Mayor’s Office and the devious criminals that govern the local streets than he could ever learn from college. The young reporter is ill prepared to deal with the events that start unfolding on his night shift and is quickly overwhelmed by the ambitious, calculating brutality of the city’s quiet meetings and backdoor deals. Emotionally haunted by the frightening reality that surrounds him, Paul finds hope in an unlikely ally - the daughter of a slain victim - Ellen Moran.
Struggling together to survive, they attempt to discover the bloody truth behind a serial killer’s motives and the incumbent Mayor’s battle to keep his political career alive. A career that lives and breathes on the television screens of the city’s voters and becomes the only tool the young couple have to fight with.
K.J. Aston is a name derived from all those whom put forth the effort to make this novel a reality.
“Hey Don, who do you think the Mayor’s going to pick for questions?” Don could see the juvenile expression across Paul’s face and smiled. “The look on your face reminds me of my children the day before Christmas.’ Puzzled by his comment, Paul rolled his wrists in a small circle to hurry Don’s response. “They all thought they were going to be able to talk to Santa – but they never did!”
Resisting the erg to flip Don both fingers, Paul leaned his shoulder into Don and repeated, “I hear our good Mayor is going to ask for questions?” With a tilt of his head Don replied, “Its common knowledge in the news industry that only selected and groomed reporters are designated the privilege of asking questions of the Mayor." Pointing his finger at Paul he continued, “And only specific questions are allowed by the Honorable Mayor Taylor.” With a chuckle Don continued, “I guess this means you don’t talk to Santa!”
Paul stopped resisting the erg and delivered his hand gesture to Don. “Ah Paul, you are going to have to do better than that!” Frowning his displeasure, Paul turned his eyes to his surroundings and began thinking for himself.