The White Road by John Connolly

I would also like to read The White Road. This is the third fast paced thriller in the private-eye Charlie Parker series. It features Charlie Parker a paranormal Private Investigator with quite a past. An insane person he had been hunting down murdered his wife and child. Finally, his life seems to be returning to normal. He is in love with a wonderful woman, and she is expecting to have their child. However he becomes troubled when he receives a call from an attorney, an old friend from down South.

The attorney has put his life on the line to represent a black man in South Carolina who is accused of the brutal rape and murder. of Marianne Larousse, daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the state. The case becomes racially complex because the murdered girl was white, and because she was the daughter of the city’s richest person. The attorney needs help with the case. He is confident that his client will not live to see a trial because of the hostile environment, and even if he does, there are no guarantees that the trial will be at all fair.

As Parker investigates further The investigation in South Carolina becomes anything but safe. No one is happy to see him nosing around trying to get a black man off on a rape and murder charge. Life becomes more dangerous for Parker as he gets closer to the truth about the murder victim’s buried secrets which are buried along with an ancient evil

Meanwhile in a prison cell, a fanatical preacher is plotting his revenge on Charlie Parker, its instruments the very men that Parker is hunting, and a strange, hunched creature that keeps its own secrets buried by a riverbank: the undiscovered killer Cyrus Nairn. Soon, all of these figures will face a final reckoning in southern swamps and northern forests, in distant locations linked by a single thread, a place where the paths of the living and the dead converge.A place known only as the White Road and Parker is about to descend into a confrontation with dark forces that threaten all that Parker holds dear: his lover, his unborn child, even his soul. . .

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