Looking for mystery, romance, humor and a category-5 hurricane? Nikki O'Connor, an attractive single mom - who also happens to be an intelligent and resourceful environmental cop-competes with a U.S. Presidential candidate in the search for a valuable letter FDR sent to Hitler back in 1945. During her quest, she encounters lobster rustlers, passionate romance, betrayal, murder, a catastrophic hurricane, self-awareness and plenty of laughs.
What if a girlish prank you and your cheerleader friends played on a cute, but strange boy in high school came back to haunt you twenty-five years later resulting in terror, murder and a threat to your life? Well, that's exactly what happens to Nikki O'Connor. She's back, newly married and living in a breathtaking oceanfront RV Park where because of her police background, she jumps at a job opening as the new park ranger. Things are good and to top it off, her husband presents her with an antique brooch containing a rare purple pearl that turns out to be worth at least a million bucks. Meanwhile, the misadventures of a pothead kid who gets around in his mom's pink Mary Kay minivan and a sawed-off troll of a guy who speaks only in the cryptic language of fortune cookies provide some light diversion. But the bottom drops out and when terror arrives, Nikki teams up with her best friend, plus a 300-lb. ex-marine and also a street-smart teenage girl with Gothic tastes.
Suppose that in early 1945, President Roosevelt penned a personal, clandestine letter to Adolph Hitler. What could such a letter possibly say? Captain Joseph O'Connor, U.S. Army, knows of such a letter and he also knows where it is. There's only one problem: as the result of massive brain trauma, the captain has been silent for over fifty years. Until now. Armed with information about the letter, Nikki O'Connor, the captain's granddaughter, becomes obsessed with finding it. But once the secret leaks out, Nikki is forced to compete with others in the search including a U.S. senator on the campaign trail to the White House. Should the letter be made public, it would shipwreck the senator's campaign. And somewhere in an old German POW camp that now lies buried under tons of landfill in a campground on the New England coast is the letter. It has become the Holy Grail.
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