I started this as a mainstream story about a man who grew-up in the Great Depression, had wonderful opportunities in Hollywood, joined the Navy for World War II, became a war dog handler in the Shore Patrol, came back to California after the war and ended up being a truck mechanic. The story is told by his son, who knows more of his secrets than his father thinks he does. But as many writers will tell you, sometimes the story seems to go off in its own directions. So now it seems I'm writing a thriller.
There are bad guys, there are innocent victims, and there is a determined young man who wants to make sure the bad guys don't bother his or anyone else's family ever again.