When the governor of New Mexico is found drowned in the Bath House at Jemez Springs, Albuquerque private eye Sonny Baca is called in to investigate. As he soon learns, murder is only the beginning of the evil that Sonny must sort out. Someone has planted a bomb in the Valles Caldera, not far from the Los Alamos National Laboratories, and it is set to detonate in just a few hours. Is this the work of terrorists or is Sonny's old nemesis, Raven, mixed up in the plot?
In a race against the clock Sonny encounters ghosts and sorcerers, beautiful women and environmental activists, and developers and politicians who are quarreling over the state's most precious resource, its water.
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"Any day now," she had whispered yesterday. "Any day now." Sonny muttered,
jumping out of bed, hoping a shower would wash away the night's images. He
had seen a man drowning in a large tank that resembled a baptistry. Wish I could
"You need the rest, mijito," she whispered. “By the way, the mayor's here. There's
something going on at Jemez. Que pasa?" Sonny shrugged. “They called you." “
Yes.” "It's Raven, isn't it?" She knit her brow. He nodded. He couldn't just pretend
"I'll take care of it," she whispered, and touched her honeyed lips to his, tasting
him tenderly, as if for the first time, acknowledging the enormous need they had
for each other, an embrace that only the poets of India can describe adequately, ...