There’s a three-hundred-year-old colonial estate in historic Saratoga Springs, New York. Berkeley Thatch is the owner. She spends most of her time maintaining the grounds and addressing the needs of her animals; twelve horses, two kennels of dogs, a cat always on the prowl, fish, and a polecat with a must-see coat.
Her day job, she’s a F.B.I. detective.
After the murders of three people, she’s assigned the cases. There’s one clue at each scene and it points to infinite regression; that riddle that deals with how existence came into being. Only a person with a knowledge of irrational numbers will discover them. Berkeley’s the leading expert in the marriage of mathematics and metaphysics. Plus, her colonial estate rivals in any America; it includes an extensive library and a rare letter by Leonardo Da Vinci; the letter touches on the origin of creation.
There aren’t any leviathans in the glossy dark waters of Berkeley’s subconscious: she’s the high-priestess in the temple of reason; but she has problems to deal with; a lecherous drifter has his eye on her; and something ungodly has possessed her barn full of horses; and the psychological stains of the murders have a spectral chokehold on the well-being of her estate.
The next potential victim is a pregnant college girl.
Berkeley has fourteen days to save her.
Literary Mystery with suspense, horror, the paranormal and divine phenomenon.
Available March 17, 2014
