Small sacrifices are acceptable if they serve the greater good, echoes through the brain of Phillip Gant.

 A mantra taken to heart at a young age while sitting atop an old, rusted tractor in his grandparents’ cornfield, he’s adopted it and bent it to fulfill his needs and desires.  As Gant stalks, abducts, murders and then harvests his victims, the seemingly benign phrase plays over and over within his mind; it takes on new meaning.  What is the life of one when compared to the salvation of seven or even eight, he asks, visualizing himself as a savior, a giver of life, a god of sorts.  Handsome and charismatic, he goes by a number of aliases and selects only the healthiest specimens while travelling throughout New York State, secreting his donors into the rear of his custom van.  A decorated pilot who has an in-depth knowledge of how airport security works, he kills as humanely as possible before flying the vital organs of his victims north across the border into Canada where he has strong underworld contacts and those disenchanted with the failing health care system wait ripe for exploitation.  Something more valuable than the suitcase loads of cash he gleans for every transaction awaits him at home.  He freezes, bundles and later sinks the bodily remains of his handiwork into watery graves throughout upstate New York, Long Island’s Pine Barrens and along the deserted Ocean Parkway of the island’s south shore.  Searching her own soul and scouring a vast swath of western New York for the killer is Detective Marguerite Hamilton, young, ambitious and fearless.  Gant is a unique breed of serial killer, one that the mental health care community and law enforcement have never encountered.  Can he be stopped?