#Audiobook of Kill Someone by @LukeSmitherd Available For Pre-Order! #BookPromo

If you saw my Book Promo for Kill Someone, then you will recall that I said the audiobook would be coming soon. Well, it has arrived! The narrator is Matt Addis, the same narrator for The Stone Man. Here is the cover for the Audible edition:

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You can pre-order the Audible below:

Audible UK Pre-Order Page
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More Bad Health News

Hello readers and friends.

Just an update on my health. I now have pneumonia or as the doc called it, walking pneumonia (if it is pneumonia, can’t they just call it that? Ok, I know it is a severity thing, but still… anyway). I spent most of yesterday evening (Monday) and into the early morning this morning (Tuesday) in the ER. It didn’t seem like the antibiotics was helping the bronchitis much, my chest was feeling heavy and the coughing… god the coughing.. I think I’ve pulled a muscle in my back from it. Anyway, x-rays confirm that yes, I do have pneumonia. I am mostly on bed rest, more antibiotics, fluids.. yadda yadda. I am very tired and weak. I’ve slept 90% of today and will likely be back in bed soon. I have to go to my PCP on Friday for a check-up to see if the status of the pneumonia is getting better or worse.

What does this mean for my story Seeing You? It will still continue, just as soon as I am well enough. I was going to try to work on through and complete the last 4 parts, but I’ve decided to just get better first. The ending IS coming though. Give me a few days of constant rest and I will get the ending written. For those who haven’t read the story yet, this would be a good time to catch up, perhaps? *smiles*

Thank you all for your constant appreciation of my work and for being such loyal readers and friends. Much love ~Lori~

Seeing You – Part Twenty-six #NaNoWriMo2016

Rayne screamed, closed her eyes, and shook her head. When she re-opened her eyes, Percy was still there. She stared into his obsidian eyes and found only darkness there. She fumbled with her skirt to find the necklace, but her hand kept missing the pocket.

You can’t get rid of me so quickly, witch. Where’s Leo? he asked again.

I don’t know.

You’re lying. He’s been missing for over a day now. He’s never gone this long. Do the police have him? Tell me!

Maybe he hooked up with someone else. Or maybe he went back to New York.

Nonsense. I own him. He knows it.

Rayne found the pocket and pulled the necklace out. She wrapped it around her neck, but fumbled with the clasp. Percy leered at her, anger radiating from his eyes. She couldn’t get the necklace secured. She cried out as Percy again shouted at her.

I will find him and you! You’re dead, witch.

Rayne felt a hand reach around her neck and clamp the necklace. As Percy’s face faded, another face took its place. Rick had pulled the car over and was in the backseat with Rayne. She blinked a few times. It was Rick in her field of vision now. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wept. Rick held her and allowed her tears to flow. After a long while, she stopped crying and lifted her head.

“Thank you. I couldn’t…”

“It’s okay. When you began screaming, I knew something was wrong. I saw you trying to get your necklace back on and pulled over. Are you okay?”

“A little nauseous, but otherwise I’m fine.”

Jenna stared back at Rayne with a tilt of her head. “What did you see this time?

“Percy. In my face. Eyes filled with rage.”

“How convenient. Now that we know what he looks like, he shows his face. But how does he know we know?”

Rayne shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know for sure that he does know. What’s certain is that he knows Decker is missing and he was fishing for answers to his whereabouts. He thinks the police have him. Maybe he thinks Decker gave him up.”

“He’d have been arrested if Decker gave him up. No, if he even suspects that the police have Decker, Percy knows he will never talk. You two didn’t see it,” Rick paused for a moment and then continued, “but when I interrogated Decker, he was scared out of his mind. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anyone with that level of fear.”

“The Borkowski case,” Jenna said with a nod.

“Yes, that one,” Rick confirmed. “I’ll spare you the gory details. The point is, there were two of them. One was charismatic and dominate, like Percy. The other was timid and obedient, much like Decker. A killing duo, but I honestly believe the dominate one did all the murders. The timid one was too damn scared, of his partner and pretty much life itself. We tried for weeks to get him to crack and give up his partner, but it never happened. He’s on death row now alongside his partner. If he’d have talked, he might have gotten twenty to life.”

“Percy isn’t scared that Decker will give him up. He’s lost control of this whole situation and that’s what’s driving him now. He wants control back,” Jenna said.

Rayne nodded. “He could have left me out of it though. He… he threatened… to kill me again.”

Rick pulled Rayne close. “This bastard is unhinged. We’re going to catch him. I promise you.”

Jenna looked down at her iPad. “We’d better get going. We are supposed to meet up with SA Peterson in few hours. Would you like me to join you back there, Rayne?”

“Please. I doubt anymore visions will come through now that I have the necklace back on, but I don’t want to be alone back here either.”

Rick and Jenna traded places and Rick drove on as dawn approached. He turned the jazz music on again and fell silent. Jenna cradled Rayne in her arms. She lightly stroked her hair as the young girl’s body quivered with unease. After a while, she felt Rayne’s body soften and her breathing evened out. Rayne fell into an untroubled sleep.

# # #

They arrived in Manhattan earlier than previously thought. With an hour to kill before their meeting with SA Peterson, Rick took them to a small diner near the New York field office for breakfast. Rayne had never been in such a big city before. She was in awe of the tall buildings and the rush of people coming and going. As they sat in the diner, Rayne stared out the window, while Rick drank coffee and Jenna coordinated with Trip over her iPad.

Rick poked Rayne on the arm. “You really should have something to eat.”

“I can’t. My stomach is still in knots. He was this close,” she said as she held her hand in front of her face. “I can still see his eyes.”

“I wish I could take that away from you.”

Rayne lightly smiled. “I know you would, but no one can. I just have to deal with it.”

Jenna let out a slight yelp of glee. “You know that convenience store you saw?”

Rayne nodded.

“Turns out, there are three such stores along the metro line. Two within the triangulation area. Troy and the local PD are checking them out today. We are getting closer to him, Rayne. I can feel it.”

Rick chuckled. “Since when have you gone with your gut instincts?”

Jenna kicked him under the table.

“Ouch!”

“Serves you right. I don’t always rely on facts.”

“Since when?”

“Well… since meeting Rayne.”

Rick smiled at Jenna and then at Rayne. “You are having a positive effect on my partner.”

Rayne laughed as Jenna glared at Rick. The mood had been alleviated once again thanks to the friendly banter between the pair. They finished their coffee, paid the bill, and set off down the street to the New York field office.

# # #

“Rayne Fallon, this is SA Peterson. He runs this field office,” Rick said as he introduced the two.

“My pleasure, Miss Fallon. You can call me Jack. Everyone does.”

“Nice to meet you, Jack. And I am Rayne, no need for formalities with me either.”

Jack clapped his hands. “Well, now that we all know one another, let’s get down to business.” He stretched out his hand and directed the three into a conference room. “As you can see,” he said, pointing to a white board with pictures tacked to it, “we have six men who are willing to talk to us about Decker and Percy. We have them in separate interrogation rooms. Rayne, you will be able to watch and hear them from the booth.”

“That’s a small room with monitors set up,” Jenna explained to her.

Rayne nodded. This was a whole different set-up from back in Fairfax. There were rows of cubicles and agents walking about. Everyone looked at her as they passed, which overwhelmed Rayne a bit. She wrung her hands and glanced around the room, her eyes darting back and forth. She suddenly felt faint and realized that she should have eaten some breakfast as Rick suggested.

Jenna noticed Rayne’s discomfort. “Are you okay?”

“A little dizzy. Do you think I could have some tea?”

“I’ll see what they have. You’ll be okay, Rayne. You’ll be in the booth with Jack while Rick and I talk to those men.” Jenna patted Rayne on the hand and headed off in search of tea.

Rayne stood by the white board, half-listening to Rick and Jack talk. She studied the faces of the men in the pictures. A couple of them reminded her of Decker. Young, slim and innocent-looking. The model type. They were both beautiful men. Three others looked like they’d been strung out on drugs for a while. Their cheeks were shrunk in and their eyes were large with a wild look in them. The last one intrigued Rayne. He seemed perfectly normal. If she’d met him on the street, there’d been nothing to set him apart from anyone else walking along. She wondered how he knew Decker and Percy.

“Here you go,” Jenna said, half-startling Rayne.

Rayne took the cup and smiled at Jenna. “Sorry, a bit jumpy.”

“Think nothing of it. Come on. I’ll get you set up in the booth.”

Moments later, Rayne sat inside the booth with earphones on. Jack sat to her left monitoring the interrogation rooms. She watched as Rick and Jenna walked into the room with one of the models, who called himself Jax.

“Just Jax, the young man said. “It’s all the rave these days to just use a single name.”

“Okay, Jax,” Rick said as he took a seat across from the young man. “We don’t have a lot of time to waste, so I will just get right to it. What’s the nature of your relationship with Leo Decker and Kent Percy?”

The man shifted in his chair. “With Kent, hardly none. He is an artist and I sat for him a few times.”

“And Leo?” Jenna asked.

“We lived together, as lovers,” he said with a smile as his eyes went dreamy. “Leo is the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. We were happy too, until Kent came along.”

“How did you two meet Kent?” Rick inquired.

“At the club. Cheery O’s, a gay club. Leo and I had to pay our bills, you know?”

“That’s where Leo got arrested for male prostitution, correct?”

Jax nodded. “We both did, several times. Kent showed up one night. Some rich kid with money to blow,” he said with a wink. “He asked us if we wanted to model for him. I was reluctant, but Leo said yes right away.”

“How would you describe Kent’s personality at that time?” Jenna asked.

Jax crossed his legs and leaned in toward Jenna. “To put it bluntly, he was a prick. He had several of us modelling for him, but most of the time he would cancel our appointments. The money was good when he kept them though. He became obsessed with Leo. After a while, he only wanted him. The rest of us were given the shaft.”

“How did Leo react to Kent’s attention?”

“Moon-struck. He moved out of our apartment and in with Kent.”

Rick glanced over at Jenna and lightly nodded his head. He turned back to Jax and asked, “Did Kent ever show any signs of abusive behavior?”

“Abuse? Not that I noticed. He was demanding, but not abusive. Well, except…” Jax paused.

“Except what?” Jenna asked.

“I hadn’t seen Leo for months. He showed up at my apartment one day, nearly two years ago, and said that he and Kent were moving to Virginia. Something about Kent’s sister was ill. Anyway, Leo had bruises on his arms. I asked about them, but he said he’d bruised them while packing to move. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now… Are you suggesting that Kent has been abusing Leo this whole time?”

“We’re not sure how long it’s been going on, but yes. Leo has been abused.”

Jax threw himself back into his seat, a bit over-dramatically. “That stupid kid. I tried to warn him. I could just sense there was something off with Kent. I just couldn’t figure out what.”

“Just one final question, Jax and we’ll let you go on your way,” Rick stated. “Have you heard from Leo since he moved to Virginia?”

“Just once, a week back. I was a bit surprised by his call. I never thought I would hear from him again.”

“What did say?” Jenna prodded.

“He didn’t make much sense, to tell you the truth. I think he was drunk. He kept going on about some dogs and saying that Kent had gone crazy. I heard some shouting in the background. Figured it was Kent and the line went dead. I tried to call him back, but just got voicemail.”

Rick and Jenna stood up.

“Thank you, Jax. You’ve been most helpful,” Rick said as he held his hand out.

Jax shook his hand. “If you see Leo, will you let him know that I miss him?”

Jenna smiled. “We’ll tell him.”

The next few interrogations went pretty much the same. The other model, a young man by the name of Devious, confirmed Jax’s story. The three who looked like druggies had met Kent in the same club. They’d each been casual lovers of Kent’s and he’d supplied them with cocaine to keep them coming back. The last one, a guy named Alex, said that even after Leo moved in, Kent still called upon him and would have sex with him in front of Leo. None of them experienced abuse, nor saw Kent abuse Leo. Before his sister became seriously ill, Kent just seemed like a rich jerk. Rick and Jenna moved on to the last man on their list. The one who appeared completely normal.

“Good morning, Mr. Olsen,” Rick said as he sat down across from the man. “Thank you for taking the time to talk with us.”

Olsen sat sideways in his chair with his legs crossed. He nodded politely. “Good morning, agents.”

Jerome Olsen, as it turned out, was a gallery owner and had held shows several times for Percy over a ten-year period.

“Can you tell us about his art?” Jenna asked.

“He was brilliant. He didn’t limit himself to just one medium. Watercolors, oils, charcoal sketches, even sculptures.”

“Did you notice any odd changes in his work over the years?” Rick inquired.

“You have to understand,” Olsen began, “Kent’s work was always edgy, somewhat dark too. I asked him once if he was trying to work out his demons through his art. The only time that changed was during his Leo phase. Apparently, he’d met some young model and did a whole series of sketches of him. They were beautiful, elegant, like he had captured that young model’s soul. It was the last show I did for him before he disappeared somewhere in Virginia. Virginia of all places! His parents thought he was dead until the FBI contacted me. I had to call them, of course,” he concluded.

“Of course,” Jenna said nonchalantly. So, the parents knew. They’d have to talk to them too now. Jenna made a note on her iPad.

“Is there anything else you can tell us about Kent Percy, Mr. Olsen?” Rick asked.

“If you are looking for odd behavior, you may want to check with the Rosewood Coven. They are a local coven of witches. Kent was involved with them for a while. He did some beautiful watercolors during that phase, but something happened and he left them before finishing his series.”

Rick’s eyes grew wide. He knew all too well who the Rosewood Coven were. Mazi was a member.


Seeing You (a working title) is the story of Rayne Fallon, a witch with the power to see into the past and future, although not always accurately. She gets tangled up with FBI’s SA Rick Harris and SA Jenna Styles as they search for an 8 year old missing girl, thought to have been kidnapped by a Serial Killer.

Seeing You ©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

In case you missed a part, click Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24, Part 25

or jump ahead to Part 27

I am participating in NaNoWriMo. Each day I will try to write at least 1667 words for a total of 50,000 by the end of November. Today’s total: 2500 words. Total words so far: 44,658

Seeing You – Part Twenty-five #NaNoWriMo2016

Rick, Jenna, and Rayne traveled to New York in near-silence. Rick had put in a cd of light jazz at the on-start of the trip, something that Jenna ribbed him about for the first few miles. They shared their banter back and forth, while Rayne sat in the back seat listening. She’d come to enjoy that aspect of the two agents. They’d been on the case for just over a month now and Rayne considered the two friends. She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to that friendship once the case was over and they parted ways.

An hour into the drive, the music had soothed Rick. He fell silent and kept his eyes on the road. A light snow had fallen, but the roads weren’t hazardous. Jenna kept herself busy with her iPad. She had earbuds in and was watching a documentary of some kind. She’d told Rayne the title, but Rayne hadn’t paid much attention. The missing girls and Kent Percy consumed her. Just the thought of his name sent chills down her spine.

Rayne laid her head on the backseat headrest and stared up at the padded ceiling of the car. Her right hand encircled the moon pendant around her neck. She knew it prevented her from having visions, but fear of Percy had forced her to keep it on for days now. You are of no help this way, her mind whispered. She swallowed the fear and decided to remove the necklace. She would let the visions surface because she needed to know that the girls were okay. Slowly, she reached behind her neck and unclasped it. It fell into her hand and she slid it into the pocket of the skirt she wore. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Sleep overcame her.

He’s going to kill me.

Rayne watched as Leo Decker paced in his cell. She’d seen pictures of him, but when they brought him in for interrogation, she wasn’t given the opportunity to see him up close. Now, as she watched him, she noticed his eyes. Green Alexandrite. So rare, it was only used as a side stone in expensive jewelry settings. That’s what Leo was, a rare side-kick to Percy and Percy knew it. Decker paced, sat down on the bench, fretted, stood up, and paced some more.

I should have stayed in New York. I could have modeled for other artists, or gone back to the clubs. I am doomed. God help me. I am doomed.

Rayne felt his fear as he rubbed the bruises on his arms. She reached into his mind and pulled out one of Decker’s last memories. He was in a room alone with Percy. There was nothing unusual about it – a couch, chair, and a television hanging on the wall. Clothes and beer bottles were strewn about on the floor. Rayne heard a whooshing sound. The metro. This was Percy’s place.

I can’t do this anymore. I’m going back to New York.

You go when I say you can go.

You’ve changed, Kent. All these girls. All this death. I didn’t sign up for any of this.

Percy walked over to Decker and embraced him. He stared into his eyes and kissed his lips, not once blinking. The kiss deepened. Decker’s body softened as he wrapped his hands around Percy’s neck and returned the kiss. Percy backed his lover up against a wall, his hands reaching up under Decker’s tank top. Rayne heard their moans of desire, felt Decker giving in to Percy’s pursuits. And then Percy bit down hard on Decker’s lower lip, grasped his arms and squeezed until Decker screamed out in pain. Percy backed away and laughed.

I took you off the streets, whore. Gave you everything. A beautiful house and a car. Allowed you to model for me and make me millions. Oh, dear Leo, I own you.

Decker wiped the blood from his lip and leered at Percy. And then you took it all away. You don’t own me. Nobody does.

Percy laughed again. Really? Then why do you always do my bidding? You work the streets to pay for all of this. He held his hands out and turned around in a circle. He stopped and faced Decker again. And you satiate my appetites. You don’t even care about those dogs. None of them.

I care about Mia. You said she was too young. Why’d you make me take her?

Because that witch and her FBI friends took my mark! I needed a fresh one. I can’t stand the stench of those other two dogs. They aren’t Bethany.

Bethany died. You know she did. And those aren’t dogs, Kent. They are frightened little girls.

Percy slapped Decker across the jaw. I should kill you. Maybe I will.

Decker cowered and ducked out of the way, fearing another blow or worse.

Percy chuckled. Not today, whore. I still need you. Go clean the cages and feed them dogs. And when you’ve done that, get to the street. We’re running out of food.

Rayne watched as Decker hugged the wall and slid along it. He reached the doorway and ran to the basement door. As he clambered down the stairs, Rayne could hear the girls’ whimpers. Decker reached up and pulled a cord, lighting up the room. For the first time, Rayne could see clear details. It was a small room with cement walls. The work bench was hand-crafted, and the shelves were definitely from the church center. The lower shelves were rusted, but the upper two shelves were fine. The top shelf held bags of candy and cookies. Two liter sodas and jugs of orange juice filled the second shelf. Rayne could see out of the basement window and across the street on the other side of the metro line since it wasn’t running now. There was a small convenience store, but she couldn’t make out the name of it.

Decker moved over to the cages. Gina’s mouth was duct taped and her brown hair matted. She tried to scream, but only muffled whimpers came out. She kicked the cage with her bound feet to no avail. Sally laid on her side with her face away from front of the cage. Her breathing was shallow and her mouth covered with duct tape as well. In the third cage, Mia sat looking up at Decker with tears in her eyes. She was muzzled and her hands and feet bound. Decker ignored Sally and Gina and went immediately to Mia’s cage. He opened it and removed the muzzle. He reached over to the shelves, removed a jug of orange juice, and poured some in a plastic cup inside the cage.

He lifted the cup to Mia’s lips. Please drink, Mia.

The girl shook her head and the orange juice spilled onto the floor through the holes in the cage. She began to cry for her mommy. Decker couldn’t take the wailing and stuffed her mouth with a cloth and returned the muzzle.

I’m sorry, Mia. So sorry.

Rayne could hear footsteps on the upper stairs. And then a voice shouting.

You don’t really want me to come down there, do you? Stop playing with those damn dogs and feed them!

Decker muttered under his breath as he walked to a corner of the room and removed a mop out of a bucket, squeezing it. He set it up against the table and went back to the cages. Carefully, he lifted each cage onto the table, mopped the floor and then set the cages back down. He unlocked the cages and loosened all three girls’ hands. He put candy bars and cookies into each cage and filled their cups with soda. Finally, he removed the duct tape and muzzle from the girls’ mouths.

Shhh, don’t scream or cry. Just eat your food or he will come down here.

Sally is too sick. She needs a doctor.

Decker ignored Gina, but shook Sally’s shoulder. She moaned lightly, but didn’t move.

She’s alive. There’s nothing else I can do for her.

You could get her a doctor.

I can’t. He’ll kill me too.

Decker backed away from the cages and ran his hands through his hair. He turned around in a circle, waving his hands wildly in the air. I didn’t want any of this. I’ll leave. Just get in the car and go. He won’t come looking for me.

Decker turned to leave, but went back to the third cage instead. He bent down, and stared at Mia. Tears streamed down his face. After a few moments, he stood upright and bolted back up the stairs. Without saying anything to Percy, Decker stormed out the front door, went to the garage and got into his car. He clicked the garage door opener and the door lifted. As he pulled out of the garage, Rayne tried to see a house number, but Decker didn’t look back at the house. She could see the street though and the metro zooming by. Decker sat there, staring at it. Whoosh, whoosh.

Rayne woke up with a start and knocked her knee against Rick’s seat.

Rick looked at her through the rearview. “Are you okay?”

Rayne nodded. “The girls are still alive. Well, at least they were before Decker was arrested.”

Jenna pulled the earbuds out of her ears. “What’s going on?

“Rayne had a vision.”

“What did you see?”

“Decker and Percy argued. Decker wanted to go back to New York, but Percy refused to let him. They’re lovers, of sorts and Percy is definitely being abusive.”

Jenna raised a brow. “Really? That’s an interesting detail. Probably why Decker was too scared to talk.”

“How’s Sally?” Rick asked.

“Not well. She didn’t move the entire time I saw her in the vision. I don’t think Sally and Gina have long though. He has grown tired of them and with Sally being sick…”

“Don’t think about it, Rayne. We are going to catch this sick bastard,” Jenna assured her.

Rayne slowly nodded her head. If she could see through Percy’s eyes or tap into his head like she had Decker’s, then maybe she could figure out his plans.

There you are witch. Been hiding behind that pendant, huh? And now here you are.

Rayne heard Percy’s voice, but couldn’t see anything. Then suddenly, Percy’s face was in her face and he shouted at her.

Where’s Leo?


Seeing You (a working title) is the story of Rayne Fallon, a witch with the power to see into the past and future, although not always accurately. She gets tangled up with FBI’s SA Rick Harris and SA Jenna Styles as they search for an 8 year old missing girl, thought to have been kidnapped by a Serial Killer.

Seeing You ©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

In case you missed a part, click Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24

or jump ahead to Part 26

I am participating in NaNoWriMo. Each day I will try to write at least 1667 words for a total of 50,000 by the end of November. Today’s total: 1740 words. Total words so far: 42,158

Seeing You – Part Twenty-four #NaNoWriMo2016

For the next two days, the case sat at a standstill. The FBI and the Fairfax Police had continued canvassing the mile-long neighborhood near the metro, but so far turned up no leads. They had units patrolling the area of the triangulation, but the white Ford Fusion hadn’t turned up. Rayne’s frustration grew. She’d had no visions and fretted over the welfare of the three girls in Kent Percy’s clutches. She felt useless to the investigation. The whole team felt useless.

It was midday on the second day. The team sat in the conference room going over the case again in hopes that they’d find something they’d overlooked. Troy stuck by Captain Jakes’ side, coordinating with patrol officers. Meanwhile, Rick took the old-school route and shuffled through the paper files, Jenna fished through her notes on her iPad, and Trip monitored police reports on his laptops. There was nothing for Rayne to do, so she kept the coffee cups full. An eerie silence hung over the entire team. No one wanted to admit that time could be running out for Gina, Sally, and Mia. Rayne finally curled up on a chair and closed her eyes, but before she even fell asleep, Trip let out a yell.

“They’ve got him!”

Rayne sat up and rubbed her eyes. Rick and Jenna jumped up from their seats and headed to the end of the table. Troy, who’d heard Trip yell, had been in the captain’s office. He hurried into the conference room with Captain Jakes on his heels.

“They’ve got who?” Troy asked when he reached the end of the table.

“Leo Decker. They’re bringing him in as we speak.”

Jenna raised a brow. “Percy wasn’t with him?”

“Afraid not.”

Rick slammed his fist on the table. He didn’t normally have such fits of rage, but this case had worn him down. “Damn it,” he muttered.

Troy glared at him. “Cool head, Rick. I want you to interrogate this guy and I can’t have you going in there half-cocked.”

Rick nodded his head and walked away from the table. As he rubbed the side of his hand, he stared out the window. The police department was situated across the street from an elementary school. It was recess and the kids were out playing on swings and running around. His eyes zeroed in on every young girl who came into his field of vision. He couldn’t help but ponder what could happen to any of them if they didn’t get Percy behind bars soon.

Rayne walked over and joined Rick by the window. She followed his gaze and sighed. “We were worried about eight-to-ten-year-old girls, but now even younger girls are at risk.”

Rick wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him. “We’ll get him. I’ll make Decker talk.”

Troy motioned for Jenna to join him over by the white board, and she followed him there. He stood in silence for a moment and then finally said, “If Rick doesn’t get anything out of Decker, the two of you are going on a road trip.”

“To where?”

“New York City. I’ve been talking to the New York office and they’ve tracked down some buddies of Decker’s. I want you two to go up there and talk to them.”

“I don’t mean to question you, sir, but why can’t the New York team handle this?”

“I let them do the grunt work, but this is my case and I want you two to do the questioning.”

“Understood, sir. What about Rayne?”

Troy glanced over at Rayne, who still leaned against Rick, and sighed. “I suppose you must take her with you.”

“Don’t see any other choice, sir.”

A patrol officer entered the room. “Captain, we’ve got Leo Decker in Interrogation One.”

The captain nodded and the officer left. He cocked his head at Troy. “It’s your show now.”

# # #

Leo Decker was a slim male, approximately five-foot-seven, with short cropped blond hair and green eyes. He wore a grey tank top, blue jeans, and scruffy black boots. He sat hunched over the table with his legs crossed and his hands twisted together over his chest. When Rick entered the room, the young man didn’t even acknowledge him. Instead, he stared at a spot on the table, unflinching. Rick sat down across from him and tossed a couple of file folders onto the table. He sat there for a long moment staring at Decker.

“Do you know why we brought you in, Mr. Decker?” he finally asked.

The young man shook his head, but continued to stare at the table.

“Do you know Kent Percy?”

Decker looked up with a hint of fear in his eyes, but said nothing.

“I know you do. We have witnesses who’ve seen you two together.”

“He’s… he’s a friend.”

“A friend, okay. Is he the one who put those bruises on your arms?”

Decker stared down at his arms and then glared up at Rick. A moment later, he lowered his eyes.

“Not going to answer that one? Okay, let’s move on. Have you ever lent him your Ford Fusion?”

Decker rolled his eyes around and tilted his head toward the ceiling. “A few times.”

“What about a van? Has he ever driven around in one?”

The young man remained silent.

“Do you share living quarters with him?”

“No, no, no no no,” he said, slightly agitated.

“Okay, Mr. Decker. Calm down.” Rick opened a folder and pulled out a picture of Mia and swung it around in front of Decker. “Recognize this girl?”

He glanced down at the picture, scrunched up his face and flipped it over.

“You do, don’t you?”

Decker shook his head.

“Don’t lie to me, Mr. Decker. I know you know her. She’s missing and you were seen down at the church center the day she disappeared. Her mother, Maria, said you two were friends. What happened to her?”

Decker stared blankly at Rick.

“What did you do to her? Where did you take her?”

He said nothing. Instead, he wrinkled up his brow and shifted nervously on the chair.

Rick pulled out Gina and Sally’s pictures and pushed them across the table. “What about these two girls?”

Decker sneered at Rick.

Rick slammed his fist on the table. “Look at them.”

The young man slowly dropped his gaze. When his eyes landed on the girls’ pictures, he teared up.

“You know who they are too, don’t you?”

Decker shook his head wildly. “No, no.”

“Stop lying to me. Where are they?”

Silence.

Rick opened a second file and tossed the pictures of the eight dead girls across the table. “I bet you remember these girls too.”

Decker pushed the pictures across the table and swung his body sideways in the chair. “I… I want… a lawyer,” he stuttered.

Rick sighed heavily and stood up. He gathered the pictures and stuffed them back into the folder. “You’ll need a damn lawyer,” he said as he walked out of the room and slammed the door.

# # #

Rick threw up his hands. “I got nothing. He lawyered up.”

Troy paced in front of the white board. “I figured he would. He’s been through the system enough times to know better than to talk.”

“I thought he was going to crack. He came so close. By the time I’d shown him all the girls’ photos though, that’s when he asked for a lawyer.”

“Percy’s got too much control over him.”

“He did admit to knowing Percy and lending him his car. That at least makes him an accessory.”

“Possibly, but I want something solid on him.”

“So, what now?”

“We’ll hold him for forty-eight hours. Try to talk to him again with his lawyer present. We’ve got nothing else here. I am sending you, Jenna, and Rayne to New York City. Maybe you can dig up something there that’s helpful. I’ve already spoken to Jenna. She’ll fill you in.”

“Great. Maybe a road trip will help clear my head.”

Troy chuckled and headed toward the door. “Can you even function with a clear head?”

“Funny one, boss,” Rick grinned.

“Keep in touch with Trip,” Troy said as he walked out of the conference room.

Rick walked over to Jenna, Rayne and Trip who were huddled around the laptops. The New York office had sent files on some of the men they’d rounded up who knew Decker. Rick counted six in all. They’d also sent Decker’s arrest files.

“I’ll send it all to your iPads,” Trip said.

“Just mine,” Jenna said. “I don’t think Rick even knows how to use his yet.”

Rick scoffed. “I do too. I just… I don’t like the blasted thing. I scroll one way and it goes the other direction.”

Jenna chuckled. “Admit it, you’re just too damn old.”

This caused Rayne to laugh.

“Don’t you start too,” Rick growled and then winked at Rayne.

She muffled another laugh with her hands.

“We’d better get going,” Rick said.

A wave of seriousness washed over them as Rick and Jenna packed up their briefcases and Rayne gathered her hobo bag. It was late afternoon and they still had to go by Jenna’s for some clothes and get something to eat. It would be an all-night drive to New York and Rick couldn’t face it on an empty stomach. Trip gave them a thump’s up as they headed out the door.


Seeing You (a working title) is the story of Rayne Fallon, a witch with the power to see into the past and future, although not always accurately. She gets tangled up with FBI’s SA Rick Harris and SA Jenna Styles as they search for an 8 year old missing girl, thought to have been kidnapped by a Serial Killer.

Seeing You ©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

In case you missed a part, click Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23

or jump ahead to Part 25

I am participating in NaNoWriMo. Each day I will try to write at least 1667 words for a total of 50,000 by the end of November. Today’s total: 1567 words. Total words so far: 40,418

Book Review – Liberator (The Liberators Saga Book 1) by Nick Bailey and Darren Bullock

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Liberator (The Liberators Saga Book 1) by Nick Bailey and Darren Bullock is a fast-paced, high-action, thrilling Science Fiction novel. The premise of the book is that corporations have control of everything and they war among themselves to keep that control. Skye Pennington co-owns Pennington & Shaw, a small corporation linked with Orlanda Nixon’s NCT, Nixon Combined Technologies. They’ve been friends for a long time, back to their days as fighters in the now-defunct Liberators, an advanced technology military group. When Skye gets kidnapped by the Danar Corporation, the Liberators reform to save her. The hook for the sequel is encouraging too.

The battle scenes in this novel are some of the best I’ve ever read. Bailey and Bullock really put you in the middle of the scenes with their descriptive prose.You become one with the fighters. The scenes are hard-core action, generally resulting in bloody massacres. Orlanda Nixon is the most impressive fighter with her sentient armor and katana. She cuts right through the enemy in record time, leaving dead bodies in her wake. You will not be disappointed by these scenes.

This duo writing team also gives you a well-written plot. There are no plot holes, no vagueness, nor unexplored areas. They stick to the plot of the story throughout. Their descriptive settings allow you to envision exactly where you are at any given time in the story. I’ve read world creations in other science fiction novels that left me flat and confused because I couldn’t imagine the settings. That is not the case with this novel. And finally, their characters are well-rounded. You get to know each of the main characters well through the descriptive scenes and characterizations. Even minor characters are described well. You get the sense that this novel was planned out from beginning to end and nothing was left to chance.

My only issues with this novel are the over-use of adverbs and adjectives, and the occasional awkward sentences. Nearly all of the adverbs used in this novel could be eliminated. This is an editing issue. Bailey and Bullock overuse words like ‘excellent’, ‘elegant’ and ‘splendid’ to describe Orlanda’s movements and actions. The reader already understands that Orlanda is a mighty force because of her sentient armor and abilities with the katana. The use of those adjectives over-sensationalized her. Here are a couple of awkward sentences which could have been re-worded through a decent editing process:

From Chapter Five – Only the almost imperceptibly tiny vibrations of the blade gave away the fact that the weapon was imbued with a power field that delivered a cutting edge unattainable by mere honing alone.

From Chapter Six – Killion pulled Skye back from the corner with a shushing motion, his sense of duty to protect his charge overriding the fact he knew she was a competent soldier in her own right.

After a while, I stopped looking for obscure errors and just enjoyed the story. Here is one description though that delighted me: his nerves jangled like stones in a can.

Overall, this is an exciting novel. The authors did a wonderful job with the plot, battle scenes, settings and characterization. If you enjoy hard-core, fast-paced, military-style science fiction, then you will enjoy this novel.

Rating: 4 stars (for literary issues)

Genre: Science Fiction/Thriller

To Purchase: Amazon

Sorry, Not Today

Hello, dear readers. There will not be a part to Seeing You today. As you know, it is Thanksgiving here in the US. We’ve been swamped with cooking food and family running in and out all day. Although I am still quite ill, I helped with the cooking and have spent the day with my nieces. I am exhausted. Utterly so. I am now going to take my meds and crawl into bed. I will try to get Parts 24 & 25 up tomorrow.

I hope my US friends have had a blessed and grateful Thanksgiving. To my readers and friends all over the World, love and blessings to you.

~Lori~

Seeing You – Part Twenty-three #NaNoWriMo2016

The door-to-door search wasn’t going well. Rick’s team concentrated on the area within the triangulation of the kennel, junk yard and church center. He felt that would be their best chance, but they weren’t having much luck. Two hours in, they’d already knocked on close to fifty doors, only to discover most of them were families. No lone loons, as one of the police officers had described it. People were friendly though, allowing them in to do quick searches. They’d had little to no resistance so far. Only one man had refused and it wasn’t because he didn’t want to let the police officers in; he had an ill daughter who’d just fallen asleep. He’d let them in the next day. They’d had a lot of no-answers, but that wasn’t unusual. People were probably at work and kids were still in school. Tomorrow, they’d come later in the day to those homes.

Rick leaned against his car, sipping a lukewarm coffee, and thumbing through his iPad. Although he hated the tablet, he’d been using it to coordinate with Trip, Troy, and Captain Jakes. They were still on radio-silence in case Kent Percy was smart enough to have a police scanner. Neither of the other two teams were having any luck either. This canvassing was a long shot. It always was in these cases. Simply put, unsubs just wouldn’t answer the door and how could you tell if it was their home or just some businessman’s home who was still at work?

Rick sighed as he remembered what his trainer at Langley had once said. “It’s not like they have a neon sign on their door stating that they are the unsub.”

It was true, but they had other ways to find out. They’d searched the alleys for cars and trashcans for evidence, too. Sometimes they’d get a break. Today was not one of those days though. This stretch of houses had a lot of attached garages with no windows. Percy could easily hide his car and van in one of them, and since it was not a trash pick-up day, there weren’t many trash cans out. They carried on though for another two and a half hours, and as the sun began to set, they stopped for the day. Captain Jakes put out an APB for the car and van, but since they had no license plate numbers and Trip had verified that there were no vehicles registered under Percy’s name, there was little chance that would bring in a lead. One fact had become clear, knowingly or unwittingly, Percy had an accomplice.

By the time Rick and Troy joined their team back at the Fairfax County Police Station, exhaustion had set in. Rick placed his briefcase on the table, took off his jacket and loosened his tie. Troy just sat down and hunched over the table.

“That bad?” Jenna asked as she placed a cup of coffee on the table in front of each of them.

Rick shook his head and plopped down in a chair. “Worse. I don’t think this is how we’re going to catch this guy.”

“Maybe not,” Troy said as he lifted the cup to his lips, “but what else do we have? Nothing. Not one damn clue.”

Rick glanced over at Rayne who was curled up in a chair in the corner of the room sleeping. That gave him some comfort and he smiled. He then turned his attention to Trip who was leaning back in his chair, rocking back and forth. “Any luck tracking down the VIN on that van?”

Trip sat upright and crinkled his face in frustration. “It’s off the grid. No one has registered it since Donny D’Arca reported it scrapped.”

“It’s possible that whoever owns the car is swapping plates with the van when Percy uses it.”

They all fell silent. Jenna re-examined every detail of the case on her iPad while Troy nursed his coffee. Rick tapped a pen on the table and was just about to suggest dinner when a police officer burst into the conference room with flustered cheeks and his mouth agape. His entrance startled Rayne awake and she sat up in the chair, pulling her knees up to her chin.

“What is it?” Troy asked the anxious officer.

“There’s a missing girl, sir. From that church mission. Her mother just called in. Said Miss Fallon would know who her daughter was.”

Rayne’s eyes grew wide and she fumbled in her jean pocket for the dog tag the little girl had given her. “He’s taken her,” she said as she held out the tag for everyone to see.

Rick sighed and stood up. “He said she was too young, but apparently, he’s gotten desperate. We’d better get over to the church.” He paused for a moment and turned his head toward Rayne. “I need you to come with us. Are you up to it?”

Rayne sat her feet down on the floor and rose from the chair. “I told that mother to keep an eye on her daughter. I could sense he would come back for her if we didn’t catch him.” She inhaled deeply. “I’d go even if I weren’t up to it.”

# # #

Maria Sanchez was in hysterics by the time they arrived at the church. Jenna and Rayne sat with her while Rick spoke to the pastor.

“I only lost sight of her for a minute. She was hungry, so I went to get her some cookies and milk. I remembered what you said, Miss Fallon, so I turned around to go back to her and she was gone. The police officer said it might be the man you’d been looking for, but Mia… she was terrified of him.”

“So, you knew this man?” Jenna asked.

“Oh yes, we all knew Arthur. That’s what he called himself. He hung around here all the time. Brought his dog with him. All the kids loved that dog. He was fairly nice then, but after a while, he stopped bringing the dog and began acting creepy.”

“Did he ever show up with anyone else besides the dog?”

Maria’s forehead puckered. “Come to think of it, a younger man came with him sometimes. He was a bit shy though. Always hung out by the door and never said much.”

“Do you think you could describe him to a sketch artist?”

“I can do one better.” Maria stood up and went into a side room. Moments later, she returned and handed Jenna a photograph. “That’s from our Christmas party last year.” She pointed to a young, blonde-haired man standing off to the side of a table filled with food. “That’s him.”

Jenna examined the photo and then passed it to Rayne. “Do you recall his name?”

“Larry? No, Leo. That’s what Arthur called him. Do you really think he took my Mia?”

Jenna and Rayne exchanged glances and then Jenna cupped Maria’s hand with her own. “If he did, we’ll find him. Did you see Leo in here tonight?”

Maria nodded as tears streamed down her face. “Oh, Dios mío. He was. Mia would have gone off with him. They were friends.”

Jenna squeezed Maria’s hand. “You’ve helped us a lot. We’ll find them, all of them.”

Maria continued to weep. “Gracias, gracias,” she said repeatedly.

Jenna and Rayne stood up and walked toward the center’s front door. As they stood there waiting for Rick, Rayne stared at the photograph for a few minutes and then handed it to Jenna. She snapped a picture of it and sent it to Trip, hoping he could identify the man.

“Did you sense anything about Leo?” Jenna asked.

“A little. He’s scared.”

“Of Percy?”

“I think so. Did you see the bruise on his arm in the photo?”

Jenna looked down at the photo. “I hadn’t noticed that.”

“I think he’s being abused. I can sense fear, shame and…” she trailed off because Rick joined them.

“Who’s that?” he said glancing down at the picture.

“Leo. He’s Percy’s accomplice,” Jenna informed him. “Rayne says he’s being abused by Percy, too.”

“That’s not surprising. Percy endured abuse as a child. Abused children sometimes become abusers themselves.”

Jenna grinned. “How’d you get to be so smart, Dr. Harris?”

“Been hanging around Martin too long, I guess,” he said with a wink.

Rayne leaned up against the doorframe and listened to Jenna and Rick’s banter. She suddenly felt Leo’s pain and realized she was standing where he usually stood. She moved a few steps to the left and cleared her throat. Finally, she asked, “What did the pastor have to say?”

“Not much. He said it was a typical evening. Lots of homeless in for a meal and some warm clothes.”

“Maria said Leo was here tonight and Mia would have wandered off with him.”

They walked out of the center and headed toward the car. Rick’s mind spun with possible scenarios. Kent Percy wasn’t a very attractive man and those scarred hands would have scared anyone, especially kids. But Leo… he was younger and attractive.

As they approached the car, Rick stopped and turned to Jenna and Rayne. “It all makes sense now. Leo does the ‘snatch and grab’ for Percy.”

“He must be in some twisted relationship with that creep to do that for him,” Rayne said as she opened the car door and got inside.

Rick nodded. He went around to the driver’s side, opened his door and got inside. “Undoubtedly. We had a case in Baltimore a few years back where a woman helped lure other women to her boyfriend so he could rape them. The woman had been physically and sexually abused by the guy for decades. She’d also been emotionally brainwashed into helping him.”

“We’ve had dozens of cases like that,” Jenna concurred as she slid into the car.

Rick settled behind the wheel and let out a long sigh before starting the engine. He turned in his seat and looked back at Rayne. “I’m really sorry that you’ve had to discover all of this, Rayne. Someone like you… well, you shouldn’t have to know all this ugliness in the world.”

Rayne smiled faintly at him while Jenna nudged him on the arm. “She’s stronger than she looks, Rick.” She winked at Rayne. “You are holding up remarkedly well.”

Rick nodded his head and shrugged. “Of course, she is. I’m just saying… I’m impressed, that’s all.” He turned back around and pulled out of the parking lot.

They’d only gotten a few blocks away when Rick’s cellphone rang. He motioned for Jenna to get it.

“Rick’s phone. Jenna here,” she said into the phone.

“Hey Jenna, it’s Trip. Put me on speaker.”

She did so.

“Guys, I got a hit on Leo. His full name is Leo Decker. In the system for male prostitution.”

“You wouldn’t have an address, too, would ya?” Rick asked.

“Not a helpful one. New York City. And get this, he has a register white Ford Fusion.”

“In Virginia?”

“Are we ever that lucky? It’s registered in New York too.”

“Damn it,” Jenna muttered.

“We do have a license plate number though. Captain Jakes has added it to the APB.”

“Good work, Trip.”

“Thanks, Rick. See ya.”

The line went dead and Jenna turned the phone off. Rayne sighed and folded her hands in her lap. They were closing in on Kent Percy. She just hoped those girls would live long enough to be rescued. She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes.


Seeing You (a working title) is the story of Rayne Fallon, a witch with the power to see into the past and future, although not always accurately. She gets tangled up with FBI’s SA Rick Harris and SA Jenna Styles as they search for an 8 year old missing girl, thought to have been kidnapped by a Serial Killer.

Seeing You ©2016 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved. Permission must be granted to distribute or copy this serial (unless reblogging). Thank you.

In case you missed a part, click Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22

or jump ahead to Part 24

I am participating in NaNoWriMo. Each day I will try to write at least 1667 words for a total of 50,000 by the end of November. Today’s total: 1924 words. Total words so far: 38,851

A Free Book Promotion, plus Other Bits and Bobs…

A promotional for a free book. Writers helping Writers.
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Desiccation cover (small)From today until this Friday, 25th November, those of you in the US and the UK can download for free the kindle version of my YA crossover science fiction/urban fantasy novel, Desiccation [Universal short link: http://myBook.to/QuirkyLit ]. Sorry to disappoint any bloggers who live outside of the US or UK, but the logistics of creating a worldwide free book promotion are rather complicated and can go totally wrong. It involves authors going to their accounts at KDP on Amazon and individually adjusting the prices down to zero in the different marketplaces. I’ve heard that if you time this wrongly, you can mess up the promotion.

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Book Promotion – The Wrong Stuff by Guy Thair

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Book Description

Hannah Meredith has always had a good eye and she’s a veteran bargain hunter, but she isn’t prepared, when she buys the box marked “Stuff” at a mysterious auction, for her world to suddenly unravel into a series of increasingly bizarre and terrifying events.

Soon on the run from a sinister cabal of vengeful corporate villains and their homicidal henchmen, Hannah must foil an evil plan to bring the world to the brink of global economic collapse, all the while keeping one step ahead of her pursuers.

A fast-moving thriller with a sci-fi twist, the plot stretches from chases through grimy backstreets of Victorian London back to the present day, where sudden violence shatters the tranquility of the English countryside.

Following Hannah and her unlikely allies in their frantic attempt to stay alive and save the world from disaster, The Wrong Stuff is exciting and original, with more than a touch of black humour.

Where to Order: Amazon UK | Amazon US

Available soon on Kindle and via Barnes & Noble


Book Excerpt

Extract from chapter one: Part one – A new acquisition.

Ever since her husband had died five years before, leaving her a considerable but not exorbitant inheritance, Hannah Meredith had loved going to blind auctions, just the thought of digging through the piles of assorted junk and miscellany made her heart race. There was something almost magical about buying a mysterious, sealed box for a few quid and then tearing it open to see if there were unrecognised treasures inside.

It wasn’t usually the case of course, mostly you just found third-rate silverware or cracked and faded crockery, old electrical components and obscure mechanical spare parts or, if you were really lucky, maybe some half-decent antique jewellery or a not-totally-dreadful painting.

She was never going to make a living from her lucky-dip bidding, but Hannah wasn’t giving up hope just yet. The Big Score might be the very next lot that went under the hammer, then how bad would she feel?

No, she felt perfectly justified in spending a hundred pounds or so every couple of months, it was hardly an extravagance after all, and she sold most of the items she had no use for online and at the garage sales she held twice a year, to make way for new purchases.

The latest Aladdin’s cave of dubious delights was an auction that had only recently opened in the upstairs room of a pub in a nearby village. She had already been to three others this month, (usually her limit) so she initially resisted the temptation, but the closer the time came to the sale, the greater the feeling grew that she would be missing out on something special.

By the time auction day arrived, there was no question of her not going, so convinced was she that her fortune awaited her, under the taped-down flaps of some anonymous cardboard box.

Hannah arrived early at the pub; a quaint, low-ceilinged place with a roaring fire in the hearth and walls covered in hunting paraphernalia and old black and white photographs of country life in days gone by. She bought herself a drink and wandered around the two small bars, inspecting the memorabilia of a community that had probably not changed all that much in two hundred years.

After a while she noticed people beginning to arrive and head for the stairs in the back corner of the pub, so she drifted over that way until she could hear muted conversations in the room on the floor above…

“…some interesting items…”

“…going to raise serious money with those…”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen one as fine as this…”

Hannah casually strolled over to the bar, finished her drink and placed the empty glass on the oak counter, then turned and followed two more new arrivals up the stairs.

The atmosphere in the large open room was a strange mix of restrained excitement and almost spiritual reverence; voices barely raised above a whisper, small groups of people gathered in tight circles around the half a dozen tables that were the room’s only furniture.

Nobody even registered Hannah’s existence, let alone approached or spoke to her, so she made for the largest, least crowded table in the centre of the room, which seemed to attract only the merest glance from most of the punters as they drifted around, eyeing the sale items and whispering to each other.

“Oh, this is more like it,” Hannah thought as she saw the battered selection of boxes on the table, with things like Bureau, Misc and Basement written on them in marker pen, “there might be some surprises in those.”

Then she saw the box she immediately, shockingly knew with absolute certainty she was going to buy.

It was a medium sized box, the cardboard visibly older than most of the other boxes Hannah could see, but otherwise not remarkable in any way.


About the Author

img_26116834684271-picsayI live in Devon with my wife and daughter and have been writing short stories on my blog for the last couple of years. I use writing prompts from other bloggers to inspire me and, in November of 2015, I began a story based on the single word, “Stuff”.

After reaching the end of the initial post I thought the story was worth continuing, so I decided to use each subsequent prompt to write a new chapter, until to my surprise I had written the book you now hold in your hand.

It may be an unconventional method of composition, but it seems to suit my writing style and I hope you enjoy reading my “accidental novel” as much as I did writing it.

Guy Thair, 15/10/16

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