It’s 1964. Beatlemania is sweeping the nation, and Chicago
private eye Nate Heller is taking his son to see the group live onstage. Heller
is working security for the group, and as a result, he even manages to give his
son one kick-ass birthday present when he brings him to meet the group and they
sign a napkin for him. All in all, it was a terrific evening, even if the
Beatles’ screaming fans threatened to permanently damage Heller’s hearing.
But I suppose something worse could happen. For instance, a
car might try to run Heller and his son down, and damn near succeed at ridding
the world of the feisty P.I. once and for all. But Heller’s son is too quick
for the driver, and succeeds at getting his dad out of harm’s way. But Nate
Heller got a look at the driver, and he’s pretty sure he recognizes him. It’s
somebody that he dealt with almost a year ago, a Cuban who was connected with
the plot to assassinate John F. Kennedy… in Chicago. The plot, described in
detail in 2012’s Target Lancer, was
ultimately foiled, but didn’t do much good: Kennedy met his death in Dallas a
few weeks later, and the supposed assassin, Lee Harvey Oswald, was killed two
days later by Dallas nightclub owner Jack Ruby.




