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David's novels follow the story of Brack Pelton, an Afghanistan War veteran and native of Charleston, South Carolina. Follow Brack as he witnesses a murder and the subsequent mystery that follows. 

 

As darkness blankets the holy city of Charleston, South Carolina, Brack Pelton, an Afghanistan War veteran, steps out of a rundown bar after a long night. Before he gets to his truck, he finds himself in the middle of a domestic dispute between a man and a woman on the sidewalk. When a little girl joins the couple and gets hit by the man, Brack intervenes and takes him down. But the abuser isn't finished. He pulls a gun and shoots the woman. Brack saves the little girl, but his world has just been rocked. Again.


The next day, while sitting on a barstool in the Pirate's Cove on the Isle of Palms, his own bar, Brack scans the local paper. The news headline reads: Burned Body of Unidentified Hispanic Man Found at Construction Site. Nothing about a dead woman in the poor section of town. Brack feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to see an eight-year-old girl standing behind him. She's the little girl he rescued the night before, and she wants him to look into her sister's shooting.

 
 
 
The second chase for Brack is marked by a challenging mystery, quirky characters, and nonstop action.
— Kirkus Reviews
 
 
 

Gunshots echo down an antebellum Charleston alley. Brack Pelton, an ex-racecar driver and Afghanistan War veteran, witnesses the murder of his hippie uncle, Reggie Sails. Darcy Wells, the pretty Palmetto Pulsereporter, investigates Reggie’s murder and targets Brack.

As an estate attorney rattles off the details of Uncle Reggie’s will, Brack reels from his inheritance: a rundown bar called the Pirate’s Cove, a rotting beach house, and one hundred acres of preserved and valuable wetland along the Ashley River. Also included is a very large tax bill, enough to warrant liquidation of assets to pay it off. Brack doesn’t care about any of it. He wants his uncle’s killer.

From the sandy beaches of Isle of Palms, through the nineteenth-century mansions lining the historic Battery, to the marshlands surrounding the county, Southern Heat is drenched in the humidity of the lowcountry.

 
 
 
Burnsworth brings to the Lowcountry the same unflinching eye that James Lee Burke turns to the bayou.
— Michael Sears