Being in the wrong place at the wrong time could get very deadlyIn the city with eight million stories, there was a dark tale of a young Ghanaian emigrant woman looking for adventure in New York because selling fruit in the market in Ghana bored her. Sheddi Dedzo was a very intelligent woman who learned photography, and happened upon a bodega robbery. She clicked away, and gave her camera to a police detective. Detective Tanaka caught the criminals because of her pictures, and put her in school to become a real freelance investigative photographer. She moved in with Moira McGuiness, a hedge fund manager. They became fast friends. Moira was promiscuous, and asked Sheddi to take pictures of her, and her new handsome Rastafarian beau Jabril. She didn’t know him well enough. Sheddi agreed. She thought it was a break from all the illegal activities the recorded. The couple went to the Jamaican Jerk club, and Sheddi followed. Jabril brought Moira to the adjacent alley to meet another Jamaican male. Sheddi took pictures from across the street. Moira found out she was being recruited by a sinister Jamaican drug syndicate, and refused the offer. The Jamaican syndicate head shot her in the back, Sheddi screamed, and was seen by the two men. She ran from them, and thought out of all her criminal picture taking, in helping her friend, she made a wrong step. How will she get out if being chased by a drug dealing Jamaican posse? A dark urban tale of a Ghanaian female trying to escape a sinister syndicate with the help of her African food charity volunteers, and a former United States Army Ranger.This thrilling story includes:•Shows the darkness of dating arbitrarily.•A female protagonist who uses her brains until she needs her brawn.•Multicultural adventure•Shows certain aspects of PTSD•References New York State well•Tells of how dangerous a Jamaican posse can be.•Modern action with slight humor, and a touch of romance. WARNING: Slight drug usage.
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Kyle R. Robertson was born in Baton Rouge Louisiana on January 1, 1970. When he was young, his mother told him that everyone on Earth was celebrating his birthday. Then he grew up, and learned the truth. At least his mother thought he was special. He has kept that feeling from his mother all his life. Kyle grew up an only child, and had no siblings to play with. When he was 3, and moved to Milwaukee Wisconsin from Baton Rouge Louisiana, he had no cousins to play with anymore. He learned early that you had to use your imagination to stay interested in life. He gathered many friends, but only two real friends. The two were gained at high school level, Jeff, and Jamie. Jeff has stayed with him ever since, and Jamie stayed with him until he tragically passed. Kyle was always an entertainment buff. Movies, books, music, art, you name it, After his stint in the military, he became a master of sales. He knew over 800 electronic consumer devices, and had other salesmen asking him obscure histories of products. He stayed with sales most of his life. From car audio, luxury vehicle sales, and home maintenance equipment. He became a trainer at that vocation, but he always wanted to entertain. He was stricken with Diabetes, and lost most of his sight, but Diabetes kept going. He lost his kidneys, and couldn’t work anymore. He was lucky to get a transplant He became fidgety because he was used to 16 hour days. He had to do something, so he began to write stories from the characters he made up in high school. Thus began his writing career.