By F. Paul Wilson
Much to the chagrin of his female friend, Gia, Repairman Jack does not take care of home equipment. He fixes situations―situations that too frequently land him in lethal hazard. His most modern repair is discovering a stolen necklace which, unknown to him, is greater than an easy piece of jewelry.
Some may possibly say it is cursed, others could name it blessed. the search leads Jack to a rusty freighter on Manhattan's West aspect docks. What he reveals in its carry threatens his sanity and the town round him. yet worst of all, it threatens Gia's daughter Vicky, the final surviving member of a bloodline marked for extinction.
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