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A Vince Torelli Novel Book 2: Retribution (ebook and print) by John Schembra (Mystery: Serial Killer)

A Vince Torelli Novel Book 2: Retribution (ebook and print) by John Schembra (Mystery: Serial Killer)
 
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There's a vigilante killer loose in San Francisco, and when the justice system fails, he doles out his own brand of justice.

Homicide Inspector Vince Torelli has handled some of the city's worst murders, but this case has him baffled. It seems no matter what he does, the killer manages to stay one step ahead of him, anticipating his every move. Hell, the false clues and trail the killer leaves keeps Vince chasing shadows as the body count rises.

Will he discover the killer's identity? And will he survive long enough to bring him to justice?

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Jim Stewart (author: The Ghosts of Vietnam)
John Schembra has written a follow up to the adventures of Vince Torelli. However, this does not take place in Vietnam like John's first novel, "MP". Torelli has returned home and is now an inspector with the San Francisco police department where he gets involved in a serial killer investigation and the search for the "Retribution Killer". The author's 30 years of being a police officer shines through in the book. It's rich with detail, especially when describing the horrendous crimes and crime scenes. These particular things are very vivid to the reader. It's more an expose on our disintegrating, over burdened court system where deals are made leaving the men who do the work in the field stressed out at the results.

I liked this book a lot, and it's a definite compliment to his first book about Vince. The author leaves you hanging in this one. What will be Vince's next move. Will he also succumb to the folly that is justice? It will be interesting to see how the author follows this up. In his third book? Hope so.
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Sample Chapter

Retribution n. To repay; punishment for evil done; requital

Chapter One

He looked at his watch, noting it was 10:34 pm. He rolled the naked body out the back of the van, closed the rear doors, and drove slowly through the alley, stopping at the crosswalk before turning onto 5th Street. Looking to his left, he saw the two beat officers walking toward him at a leisurely pace. He smiled to himself as he thought of what awaited them if they took their usual route down the alley. He turned right on 5th Street, then right again on Folsom, driving at the speed limit, attracting no unwanted attention from the few other motorists.

He had no fear of being identified. He was just an ordinary looking guy driving an ordinary looking van. He had left no clues in the alley that could lead to him and no one had seen him. Besides, he had stopped perhaps thirty seconds, just long enough to dump the body, and the van he was driving would not be reported stolen from the Oakland airport long term parking lot for a couple of days.

He had spent the last several evenings watching the two cops walking their Mission District beat. He had mapped and timed their route, finding they were creatures of habit, stopping for dinner at the same time each night, always at one of the small restaurants along Mission Street. After resuming their foot patrol, they entered the alley between 10:30 and 10:36 p.m. each night. He saw there was little vehicle traffic during the week and few people on the street. He also knew there were no homeless people living in the alley and it was not a place the drug dealers chose to ply their trade. It was the perfect place to put the body so it could be "found" quickly, exactly as he planned.

He drove to Pacific Heights and parked the van along the curb between two of the stately homes. He walked the half block to his Lexus, taking off the latex gloves as he walked and dropping them in a sewer near his parked car. He glanced up and down the street as he unlocked the door, seeing no one and no lights on in the nearby homes. He started the car and drove leisurely out of the area, unable to stop smiling. He felt good, strong, revitalized. He was filled with a sense of accomplishment, of relief that justice had been served. He could hardly wait to start planning the next event. He turned the radio up and drove slowly home through the damp San Francisco night, singing to the oldies.


Chapter Two

The incessant ringing of the phone next to his bed dragged him from his slumber. Without opening his eyes, he groped for the phone. Bringing the receiver up to his ear, he mumbled, "This better be good."

"C'mon, Vince. Would I be calling the eminent homicide inspector Torelli at this hour if it wasn't? You're gonna love this."

"Shit," he said, opening his eyes and looking at the clock as he recognized the night watch homicide inspector's voice. He reached over and turned on the light next to the bed. "Geez, Jimmy, its 12:45 in the morning. What's so important that you just had to call me?"

"You awake Vince? You listening to me?"

"Yeah, Yeah, Jimmy. So what's the news?"

"A couple of beat cops found a body in an alley off 5th Street. A young male, Hispanic, all sliced up."

"So what's all this got to do with me?"

"Easy, big fella. The victim just happens to be a very bad boy himself. Not the kinda guy too many people are gonna miss. In fact, he just dodged a murder charge when the witness against him disappeared."

"Jimmy, it's too early in the morning for guessing games. Just tell me who, OK?"

"Alright, alright! You remember that little rat-faced punk, Julio Barajas? Did that drive-by on Wallace Street a few months ago in which he missed his target and killed that three-year-old boy walking with his mother? Well, somebody did him tonight, and from the looks of him, whoever it was must have been mighty pissed off."

"Really? Julio Barajas, eh? Well, can't say I'm sorry he got whacked. If anybody deserved it, he did."

"Yeah, for sure. I guess somebody had a major grudge against him. You know, it really pissed me off he beat that kid's murder. The only witness takes off and he walks. I guess there is a God after all, eh Vince?"

"Yep. Divine intervention, Jimmy. You need any help? Want me to come in?"

"Nah. Go back to sleep. I'll see ya in the morning and fill you in on the details then. Not much else to do tonight. No witnesses, no obvious evidence, so get some rest. See ya in a few hours."

Vince hung up the phone and turned off the light.

"Do you have to go in?" his wife asked.

"No. Jimmy just called to fill me in on a homicide I'll be getting in the morning. Remember that case Mike and I worked last year, the drive by at Hunters Point where the three year old boy was killed?"

"Yes. You got the shooter, didn't you, when the passenger came forward?"

"That's the one. The guy beat the rap because the witness disappeared. He walked last month. He was the victim. Mike is gonna dance a jig when he hears. He really took this case personally. Remember how pissed he was when the D.A. refused to file charges?"

"Yes. I remember very well. He came over here and was ranting and raving for a half hour! Well, what goes around comes around, honey."

"Yeah. Now I gotta try to solve this one. Pretty ironic, isn't it. First I try to prosecute the guy, now I gotta find out who killed him."

"You better get some sleep, then. Something tells me this one isn't going to be easy."

"Yeah. G'nite, babe."

"'Nite, honey." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, snuggled down under the blankets and in less than a minute her breathing had become deep and regular.

Vince lay in bed listening to her breathe, thinking about what faced him in the morning. He had difficulty getting back to sleep, as he often did when awakened in the middle of the night. His thoughts turned to his past, his time in Vietnam and how he came to join the police department, and sleep would evade him sometimes for hours.

He remembered the attack on the airbase, hearing the explosions and feeling the shock and pain of his wounds, seeing the bodies of the enemy he killed.

With the encouragement of his father, he applied to the San Francisco Police Department. He was scheduled to start the police academy in April.

Vince found the academy training easy enough. He liked the camaraderie that developed between the recruits, and was happier than he had been for some time. It reminded him of his time in the army and he became focused again, dwelling less and less on his time in Nam. The dreams became less frequent, and he was often able to sleep through the night.

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