It could be any neighborhood in the 1970s or 1980s or any conventional middle class development with young childless couples on the verge of divorce or adultery. The neighborhood librarian becomes a felonious sleepwalker before becoming the librarian at a Women’s Correctional Institute, teaching other felons to read, doing sit ups in her cell, falling in love with a white collar criminal in the medium security men’s prison across the way.
After 12 years she is reprieved by DNA evidence and returns to the neighborhood to re-examine a life she inhabited uncomfortably. Once she was a woman in between miscarriages, who locked her doors at night so that no one would steal the mattress stained by her third dead fetus. Now she is a woman in between innocence and guilt, trying to remember the truth.
Schumpeter once wrote that the Stock market is a poor substitute for the holy grail. In other words, capitalism is more or less incapable of producing belief in itself. And yet, there are people who do believe in it. Ziad Abdelnour is one of them.
For Ziad, business is war. And what is at stake in this war is the creation and destruction of worlds.
“The lifeblood of capitalism are the entrepreneurs, the financiers who make things happen.”
The drive to make things happen is not inherited, is not taught, is not capable of being transmitted by a propaganda machine. “It has to be in your DNA” says Ziad. Because of this, the profile of Blackhawk Partners has not changed for years:
I don’t back industries. I don’t back ideas. I back people.
These people — these capitalists, the billionaires who change the world — are rebels. Only by backing rebels, can you re-create the world.
This is what Ziad’s capital does: it empowers the rebels (re-bellare) to start the war all over again .
This short sharp tale of a dominant woman D.A. who loves political office far too well adds new personae to the genealogy of Cornwell’s anger. Monique Lamonte, a moneyed, manipulative, Harvardy alpha female; Winn, her cop investigator pretty boy with a tarot-reading grandmother and a taste for Hugo Boss and Prada; Sykes, a pugnacious fortyish blondy girl agent from Tennessee, and Miss Dog, part beagle part Shepard part deaf part blind neighborhood pet.
In the middle of orchestrating an “Any Crime, Any Time” campaign to solve old crimes and open old cases, D.A. Lamonte is raped.
How does a dominant female sound when she’s bound and spread-eagled on her own King size bed by a man with a pistol?
“I’m a whore. I’m nothing but a filthy whore…”
The stuff of fantasies for many Cornwell fans, no doubt. But all the sex takes place off-stage. And the only thing that’s really fantastic is the way forensics can read twenty year old ruffled panties a la DNA for evidence as accurate as it is damning.