Murder, revenge, the desperation of a parent trying to save their family, and the effect of death on us all. Death Knell ties these all together in a tightly woven tale sure to keep you guessing.

The daughter of a famous scientist is found strangled in Central Park. A drug dealer is brutally murdered in his apartment. These two seemingly diverse cases have a link not visible on the surface. One is considered a tragedy, the other an occupational hazard.

NYPD Detective John Keegan is drawn to the first case but instead is assigned the second. He didn’t choose Homicide to avenge drug dealers. He figures whoever killed Konstantin ‘K-Drugs’ Volkyv did the city a favor. Still, all justice needs to be served. Keegan reluctantly goes about his job with an eye on the Central Park murder.

As more criminals end up dead, it appears a vigilante is running loose in New York, determined to end the lives of an underground crime syndicate. While Keegan secretly applauds the killer’s work he knows he must stop them. It will take more than he is willing to give to do so.

Keegan works the case with his occasional partner, Rick Calhill, a man rebounding from personal tragedy. Throughout the investigation more questions arise than answers and Keegan must resort to trusting the untrustworthy. Two sudden deaths strike close to him, distracting him from the case and making him question his very place in life.

Death Knell flips the death relationship by having a Homicide detective suffer personal loss on a grand scale. How can someone desensitized to death truly experience the death-related grief? Keegan will test the nature of his relationships while attempting to develop a new one during his time of tragedy.

At the same time, a killer runs through the bowels of New York City, tempting Keegan to come for an adventure he may not survive.

Beneath the surface of every marriage there are secrets. This one is deadly.

My husband is lying. The minute he came home with alcohol on his breath and unable to look me in the eyes I knew it.

We used to be in love – the intense ‘I can’t be without you for a second’ kind. Where it hurts deep to be apart.

But now, we’re the couple that keep secrets from each other. We hide the truth.

He thought I wouldn’t find out. I’m a detective – it’s literally my job to uncover clues and solve mysteries. I know what he did.

And now I’m sitting here, in a police interview, being asked the question “did you kill her?” To which I utter one life-shattering word: “yes.”