My years writing in foreign countries had been my life until I quit。 When I landed at the Ft。 Lauderdale airport， Mary Saint-Baptiste from The Picayune had a job for me。 I really had nothing else to do and so I figured what the hell。 The cliche says truth is stranger than fiction; but when I returned to the States， it seemed like fiction had become truth。 I got curious as to whose truth had become the truth。 Having knuckled under to political pressure， the press was too busy entertaining to argue for truth。 The media was in a love/hate relationship with the public that definitely accentuated the hate。 The relationship had spawned a story when people started turning up dead。 So my search for truth became a murder mystery。 It seemed two Christian ministers， who hated each other， had banned together to attack common enemies。 To cover their actions， they had enlisted the help of an Arab/Haitian restaurateur they felt they could use as a scapegoat if things went wrong。 When federal officials arrested the restaurateur as an illegal alien and possible terrorist， the media， now a tool of whoever paid for their services， came to her aid。 When the restaurateur became a media darling， the ministers' plan began to go wrong。