From the Author:
"I wrote Bolita at the insistence of my father just after the completion of Dust. He wanted the story of Tampa's police corruption and his detective friend's murder laid bare for all to digest. They were getting on in years and it was long overdue. For decades I listened to the stories from him, my godfather (a TPD major), and their colleagues. It was all quite incredible until the months-long research mounted. Thankfully, public records and Tampa's library archives pieced most of it together. I also spoke at length with both sons of the slain detective. Emotions understandably ran high. I was asked why I didn't write it as a non-fiction book. Fair and cutting question. There's one huge problem, suffice to mention a legal liability. While the news articles and court records corroborate public actions, they do not, by any stretch, tell the whole story. Bolita attempts to color in those blank spaces using anecdotes told and remembered from both sides of the legal aisles, including those that escaped prosecution, never to face a jury. Alas, the final truths may rest with the dead. It was, and remains, my desire that Bolita, along with other books now materializing, encourage additional forensic examination. Justice must ultimately prevail."
"I wrote Bolita at the insistence of my father just after the completion of Dust. He wanted the story of Tampa's police corruption and his detective friend's murder laid bare for all to digest. They were getting on in years and it was long overdue. For decades I listened to the stories from him, my godfather (a TPD major), and their colleagues. It was all quite incredible until the months-long research mounted. Thankfully, public records and Tampa's library archives pieced most of it together. I also spoke at length with both sons of the slain detective. Emotions understandably ran high. I was asked why I didn't write it as a non-fiction book. Fair and cutting question. There's one huge problem, suffice to mention a legal liability. While the news articles and court records corroborate public actions, they do not, by any stretch, tell the whole story. Bolita attempts to color in those blank spaces using anecdotes told and remembered from both sides of the legal aisles, including those that escaped prosecution, never to face a jury. Alas, the final truths may rest with the dead. It was, and remains, my desire that Bolita, along with other books now materializing, encourage additional forensic examination. Justice must ultimately prevail."
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Adapted from true stories, Bolita is the sprawling epic of one man's war on Tampa's mafia and government corruption. In the mid-1970s, a determined squad of uncompromising city detectives, an FBI special agent, and an Assistant US Attorney, went after an entire police department and the ruthless criminal organization pulling its strings. One man—an untrusting, implacable, bastard of a detective named Bill Brume—was now in possession of everything they needed. It was all or nothing.
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“…the mob is coming to us!”
As soon as Bill Brume made detective with Tampa’s police department, he became a one-man plague to organized crime. He never imagined the mafia investigating him. Worse, his strong-arming would eventually lead him down the loneliest road in law enforcement—Internal Affairs.
“Besides, nobody’s that married.”
As if investigation into the mob’s corruption of the police department wasn’t disdainful enough, Bill subjected himself to face a comprehensive examination of his own morality. Compromise the love of his life? It’s unthinkable, or so he thought.
But Bill was not alone. Along with a trusted detective friend and a dauntless U.S. Attorney, Bill’s professional skills were taken to the limit of his training and intuition. His life would depend on it.
At the same time, the mob had a few problems of their own. Don Giuseppe Cantonello ran the entire state of Florida for decades, as did his father before him. But he had become old and out of touch with his soldiers. While Giuseppe relaxed in Central America, those beneath him plotted to take over. Only a few people stood in their way, including Bill Brume.
William “Bill” Brume didn’t have much of a plan when he and his high school buddies fled their farms in rural Virginia. In fact, he had no direction at all even after joining the Air Force. When he joined Tampa’s Police Department, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and exactly how he wanted to do it. Some had other plans.
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