This action-packed international crime thriller takes readers into the slums of Rio de Janeiro, where thousands of homeless children face horrific choices every day. It’s no exception when sixteen-year-old Rio street kid Lucas Rocha meets Daniel Burke, a Brazilian-American businessman visiting from Boston.
Recently orphaned, the idealistic Lucas struggles to put bread on the table for his younger sisters and keep them safe while he earns a living on Rio’s unforgiving streets. Should he beg, steal or sell drugs to survive? When Lucas snatches Daniel’s wallet in an act of desperation, it sets in motion a series of catastrophic events, and the lives of these two strangers become permanently … and dangerously … entangled. Facing down Rio’s powerful drug lords, both Lucas and Daniel are hell-bent to beat the odds and make things right. But what is right in a world filled with wrong?
Craig S Wilson is a serial creative who has written 300 songs, three musicals, and three books. He published “Dating for Life” in 2013, a book describing the four keys to maintaining successful relationships. "Gig" is a historical fiction based on his passion for the exploding music scene of the 60’s and the wonderment of teenage romance. He will soon be launching ”RIO”, a novel about the quest for survival of a street kid named Lucas Rocha in the glorious and gritty Rio de Janeiro.
Throughout his entire life, he’s been passionate about almost anything that he does, as his mantra is “living life in crescendo.” Through his personal journey in finding the love and partner of his life, Melissa G. Wilson, he continues to pursue his dreams of creating beauty in the world and changing people's lives through his stories.
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Like Huckleberry Finn, Lucas Rocha had a "right-of-passage" to gain the trust of the gang. He was ordered to rendezvous at a very musty cemetery at Midnight. This is a scary-enough thing for any teenager to do, but what followed was certainly infinitely more harrowing.
RIO Street Kid Stargazer
As Lucas walked toward the chapel, he was amused by the stories told by some of the burial vaults. One had stone-carved likenesses of scowling family members, as if they despised the idea of remaining together for eternity. The entrance to another mausoleum was sealed by a larger-than-life sculpture of a Goddess plucking a harp. Lucas reasoned if well-heeled people reside on the most exclusive streets while they’re alive, then the same protocol holds true in death. He noted that the most grandiose family vaults had been erected along the main aisles, while cheaper tombstones were planted off the beaten path: stature is perpetuated in the ever after. One commoner’s tomb intrigued him. It lacked distinction but for a life-size green copper statue of a woman, veiled in a mantilla, stretched inconsolably across its plain concrete lid. He must have been some kind of stud, Lucas mused.