The Shadowman is a precinct myth, a name tagged on to every heinous crime that goes unsolved, haunting the detectives that couldn't close the cases. Scott Weiss is a world-weary ex-cop turned private eye, who has had his fair share of "Shadowman"cases. But Weiss' Shadowman is all too real, and has resurfaced in his latest case.
Hired to investigate corruption at a small Northern California airport, Weiss sends his ace operative, Jim Bishop, to uncover the source. Only Bishop prefers to make up the rules as he goes along.He's willing to beat any man into the ground and draw any woman into his bed in order to get the answers he's after. And this time he did just that... right into the center of a massive criminal conspiracy, a plan set to climax with an act of audacious violence...
These days I always call it the Agency. WEISS INVESTIGATIONS, that was the name on the door. But my wife, my children, my friends have all heard these stories so often that the Agency is enough. They know what I"m talking about.
They"ve been badgering me to write about the place for a long time. "When are you going to do something serious?"they say--something factual, they mean, instead of the tictional thrillers I"ve made my living with. But the more I struggled to find a way to tell about the Agency, Weiss and Bishop and the rest, the more I came to feel that the facts were actually a poor substitute for the truth of the matter.And now that the moment finally- feels right for me to set all these events down on paper---these actual events that Isaw or was told about and even participated in to some extent--I find myself essentially making them up, writing them as yet another novel, that is, complete with dialogue I couldn"t have heard and thoughts I couldn"t have known and even one or two incidents that only might have happened or might not have.
