Psychic arson investigator.
Ten-year-old Kerry Murphy survives mysterious fire. Mom dead. Fire set by Dad? Some think so. Kerry grows up. Can’t forget. Haunted dreams. Coma. Awakening. Sixth sense. Weird—but cool. Nice shrink: Dr. Travis. Knows a good guy: Brad Silver. Mind controller. In Kerry’s dreams—literally. Go away. No. He won’t. Brad wants Kerry to investigate the deadly blazes that killed six scientists, two senators, and one representative. Could be suspicious. Ya think? Bad guy: renegade genius Trask. Method: “radio-transmitted method of spontaneous combustion.” Hush-hush. Project Firestorm: no go. Investigation: top secret. Get this: molecular transformation. Entire planet: burning marshmallow. Must. . . know. . . more. Rogue nation du jour: North Korea. The usual freelance government agents pop up and exchange tight-lipped dialogue. Talk about scorched earth. Talk about danger. Talk about the past. Talk about nothing. Wave guns. Run for cover. See visions. Crackle of flame. Heat. Smoke. Billowing smoke. Can’t. . . save. . . mama. More visions. Stairs. Backdraft. Hero fireman. Can’t. . . save. . . him. Must. . . save. . . world. Must. . . save. . . self. Must save bestselling Johansen (Fatal Tide, 2003, etc.) the trouble of writing more than bare-bones plot with elementary-school vocabulary. “Hurting. Hurting, Hurting.” “Pain. Pain. Pain.”
Must . . . please . . . fans.