The only thing Captain Antonietta Soprano detests more than David Chase (may he suffer eternal crotch itch for reducing her name to a sound bite) is unpunished crime. So when the rich-kid frat boys that escaped justice five years ago start popping up prematurely dead, when her investigations confirm that the once-little girl victim of their vicious attack has returned to Cape Town from her exile in New York, Soprano’s conflicted – Little Mack’s back for revenge, and Soprano genuinely empathizes with her. But Soprano’s a cop (albeit a foulmouthed, cranky one) and crime is crime. Meaning she has no choice but to take down a girl whose hand she once held in hospital, promising her justice she was never able to deliver. And to do so before Billy Durschmied, the rich-kid ringleader and now head of a private security company, makes Little Mack his victim all over again.
You've got the elements of a crime novel I'd read. You need to write it in a way that doesn't make me want to pack a lunch to travel from word one to word last in your long ass sentences.