<"Is the young bride’s missing husband the Manhattan subway murderer? A young bride and chocolate heiress hires Thicke to find her missing husband. When the Manhattan private eye's search uncovers clues linking the missing groom to three gruesome murders, NYPD joins the case. Follow Thicke through a maze of underground railways and misleading clues as the detective struggles to balance the cause of justice with his client's blind faith.
Blind Faith Excerpt:
The beam was dancing! Thicke instinctively stopped dead in his tracks, his heart jumping to his throat, his mind searching for an explanation to the shimmering illusion. There was an eerie regularity to the ghost-like figures parading back and forth within the blue specter. “Damn it all” thought Thicke, angry with himself for his lack of backbone. He braced himself and stepped into the bedroom. He almost wished he hadn’t. Natalie Griffin was lying face up in the bed, her glazed eyes staring at the ceiling, her nude body partially concealed by a bed sheet carefully arranged to cover her breasts. The dancing figures were all over her; crawling up and down along her bare skin, first one way and then another; a life all their own. Thicke didn’t need forensic to tell him she was dead and had been for days. The redhead’s skin was blue and blotched, and her body was puffy. She was lying lengthwise on the sheets, her arms straight by her side. The window on the side of the bed was open a crack and the breeze was gently waving the curtains back and forth in the room. Thicke could see the branches shifting in the wind, casting living shadows on the corpse and the floor of the room by the door. It was the dancing men.">