The Criminal Elite — S.W. Frank

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

This is the sonnet, Mia Sandra Garcia Suarez recites to Cole Eniton Lazarus as she gazes upon New York's harbor. She foresees a rising tide of fascism. Especially, if the wealthy bigot who framed her brother is elected President.

Cole cares deeply for the farm worker, Mia but he's also a hardened loner, a Capitalist and stays out of politics. However, Cole soon discovers money controls politics and an ambitious politician proves as ruthless as an assassin in love.