The last time I mentioned that I chose the title, Blood Moon, because it symbolized...how can I put it?...the horror that I associate with the sale of body parts. It's a world-wide industry today, and one that we don't like to talk about. It's too frightening.
The trouble with crime is that it really does pay. Not that I'm trying to encourage it, but the reality is that bad people make a lot of money doing bad things--like sell body parts. After all some of our parts are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. A good business.
If you added up all of our parts, we would be worth over several million dollars. The parts are worth more than the whole. This just in case you're feeling bad about yourself. Our body is probably worth more than most of us will earn in a lifetime. Talk about an investment!
Anyway, that's what Cooper is dealing with in Blood Moon. He's chasing down kidnappers who deal in body parts. They aren't interested in ransom. No, there's more money in selling the victim, piece by piece. A gruesome thought isn't it.
That's why I have nightmares when I write. The story becomes a part of my life. The story becomes my nightmare.