It all started in 1969 when Staff Sergeant Jerry Andrews of Special Forces A-Detachment 255 brought six of his team members back to Pleiku in body bags—It was the longest chopper ride of his life.
Twenty-two years later, Jerry is a middle-aged police detective that has been assigned to a mysterious string of brutal serial killings in the "Little Saigon" section of Los Angeles. The similarities of the killings bring back ghastly memories of Jerry's three tours in the jungles of the central highlands during the Vietnam War. All the victims are Vietnamese. All the victims have been mutilated in a similar fashion. There is no doubt in Jerry's mind that the murders are linked, somewhere, to his past—a past where he’d fought side by side with his U.S. Army, Green Beret, brothers in the jungles of Vietnam.
Colonel Vinh Ho and his family escaped Vietnam in the airlift of 1975. They were taken out by chopper just as the American Embassy fell into the hands of the North Vietnamese Army and the Communist Government of Ho Chi Minh. Vinh Ho had political clout in the South and friends in the north, as well as being a CIA double agent. During the war years, he’d made many political contacts on both sides of the pond and amassed enormous wealth… wealth that he spread over Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos. Unbeknownst to the American government that supported him, he had parlayed his ill-gotten gains into a huge illicit drug business operating out of the Golden Triangle in Southeast Asia. Vinh Ho personally headed up his operation and, with the help of an ex-patriot American, ruled it with an iron fist.
Gunner McConnell was smuggled out of Vietnam under unusual circumstances. He was a member of Special Forces A-Detachment 255 at Plei Me. As a Special Forces A-Team member, he was a cool and calculating, cold-blooded killer. After the war, Gunner only cared about two things in life… pussy and prosperity. Colonel Vinh Ho took care of Gunner's needs and Gunner ran the Colonel's drug operation, just as directed, with an iron fist. It was on one of Gunner's frequent trips to L.A. that Jerry Andrews first became aware of his presence. As it happened, the timing of his trip coincided with one of the murders he was investigating and Jerry knew he had a new lead, a "person of interest," in the person of his former teammate.
William Baines Beal, "Willy," was also one of the former members of A-255, one of the team members that didn't fill a body bag on that fateful day back in '69. Like a lot of his former mates, life after Nam became an interminable fight for existence and a daily battle for his physical and mental life. Willy had become a street person, an alcoholic, and a man, who when he was sober, had a penchant for American political history—especially the political history of the Vietnam War. Willy, like many of his brother warriors, was locked out of America when he came home from the unpopular war. Like many of these warriors, Willy, was headed for an anonymous death, a cheap pine box and an obscure burial in "Potter's Field." When his friend, "Preacher," dies from AIDS, Willy becomes a man with a mission, a man driven by acrimony and vindictiveness. Willy blames the death of his friend on the drugs and dirty needles that were sold to him by the pushers in the Colonel's vast drug organization. Willy, for all his shortcomings, knows that Gunner McConnell is still alive. Willy also knows that Jerry is one of L.A.'s finest and meets with him from time to time at Jerry's favorite watering hole—the 44 Magnum. Willy Beal knows all about Colonel Vinh Ho, the drug cartel he ran out of Vietnam and the drug empire he has built up in Little Saigon—and he means to tear it down!
CLUB SAIGON is a fast-paced, serious, story of life after the Vietnam War for four members of A-Detachment 255. All the characters are as divergent in their lifestyles as they are in their sensibilities. CLUB SAIGON will keep you on the edge of your chair, and just when you think you know who the serial killer is, another plot twist will lead you down the convoluted path that leads you through the front door of CLUB SAIGON—where membership is required!