BREAKING POINT
Alex and Jan traveled until it was too dark to see. They rolled the blankets out and huddled together in the cold mountain air. Alex propped the flashlight against his pack, and they ate tuna and crackers by the soft light, washing it down with spring water from the canteen. After eating, Alex leaned over and kissed Jan. Her cheeks were wet with tears. She had been crying silently in the dark. “I know it’s bad, honey,” Alex began.
Jan put a finger to his lips. “I’m not crying about all of this. It’s because of Robert. He was such a nice guy and his family doesn’t even know.”
Alex felt a growing anger when he thought about how Robert had been murdered. “Don’t worry, we’ll get out of all of this and make the bastards pay.”
“Why did they have to kill him?”
It’s got to be something illegal. Maybe they’re running drugs or guns. They’re the ones that tampered with the fuel line. What I can’t figure is that some of them spoke Russian. What are Russians doing here?” He finished telling her about their encounter at the dock.
“Oh my God,” she said. “They wanted us out of the way from the very start.”
“That’s right; they must have been really surprised when we showed up at the dock.”
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
THE THREE PUPPETS
Present Time: Mark Quinn steps into an elevator on his way down to the main casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. Life is good; he has a going business and beautiful family. Five minutes later, the elevator door opens to the main lobby and people begin to scream. Mark sits on a blood-covered floor with a gun in his hand. There are four dead people around him. In five minutes, he has become a mass murderer.
Days later, Mark is being transported to the capital city of Jackson, a better forum for his sensational trial. An explosion sounds and the van crashes. A masked figure appears and Mark is set free. The cold voice is familiar. It is the voice from the elevator in Biloxi. The monster has a plan and Mark is part of it. The killer also has a name. It is Adam.
Thus begins a horrifying period in the lives of three people, Mark Quinn, John Blake and Tracy Hunter. The three have been convicted for murders they didn’t commit. All are ex-military with special skills that Adam can use. They have to do Adam’s bidding or he will kill their families, and they know without a doubt that he will do it. They become three puppets, pushed further and further into Adam’s insane world of torture and murder. They have nowhere to go. They are the most wanted fugitives in America. Their only way out is to locate Adam and kill him.
Present Time: Mark Quinn steps into an elevator on his way down to the main casino in Biloxi, Mississippi. Life is good; he has a going business and beautiful family. Five minutes later, the elevator door opens to the main lobby and people begin to scream. Mark sits on a blood-covered floor with a gun in his hand. There are four dead people around him. In five minutes, he has become a mass murderer.
Days later, Mark is being transported to the capital city of Jackson, a better forum for his sensational trial. An explosion sounds and the van crashes. A masked figure appears and Mark is set free. The cold voice is familiar. It is the voice from the elevator in Biloxi. The monster has a plan and Mark is part of it. The killer also has a name. It is Adam.
Thus begins a horrifying period in the lives of three people, Mark Quinn, John Blake and Tracy Hunter. The three have been convicted for murders they didn’t commit. All are ex-military with special skills that Adam can use. They have to do Adam’s bidding or he will kill their families, and they know without a doubt that he will do it. They become three puppets, pushed further and further into Adam’s insane world of torture and murder. They have nowhere to go. They are the most wanted fugitives in America. Their only way out is to locate Adam and kill him.
Below is a short insert from my new novel "The Hunters".
The man,if you could call him that,darted around a patch of threes and slid down the steep gully on the other side. He had a thick beard and long dirty hair and his clothing was little more than a tattered shirt and cut off jeans. He was more of an animal than a man, darting for cover at the slightest sound, his head moving from side to side trying to catch the slightest movement and constant sniffing the air for any strange odor. He climbed the almost straight up grade on the other side effortlessly and moved smoothly, silently through the thicket of small bushes and trees near the top. The man squatted there like an animal and studied his back trail with a pair of worn field glasses.
He mumbled softly to himself as he scanned the woods below, jerking the glasses back as he caught a movement. Suddenly the still air was broken by a dreadful sound. It wasn't a howl but close to it. It was their way of talking. In the distance he heard several of the hunters answer from areas spaced well apart. They were in a giant circle and it was drawing tighter and tighter.
They has his scent now. It would only be a matter of time. Then he saw the thing merge from the forest below. It stood close to seven feet tall and must have weighed over three hundreds pounds. It had a small head for its body but the mouth
was massive and full of razor sharp teeth. The head looked something like the dinosaurs from Earth's past. The body stood on two muscular legs. It had almost human looking arms and a long neck. The neck moved back and forth like a giant snake. The monster could tear a humans head with one rake of it's razor sharp teeth and he had seen it happen. The thing raised it's head and sniffed the air. Than it turned and it's large yellow eyes looked straight at him. The man squirmed deeper into the soft pine needles. The monster opened it's mouth revealing a long flickering tongue. Slime dripped onto the forest floor. It would wait there for the others and then close for the kill.
The man,if you could call him that,darted around a patch of threes and slid down the steep gully on the other side. He had a thick beard and long dirty hair and his clothing was little more than a tattered shirt and cut off jeans. He was more of an animal than a man, darting for cover at the slightest sound, his head moving from side to side trying to catch the slightest movement and constant sniffing the air for any strange odor. He climbed the almost straight up grade on the other side effortlessly and moved smoothly, silently through the thicket of small bushes and trees near the top. The man squatted there like an animal and studied his back trail with a pair of worn field glasses.
He mumbled softly to himself as he scanned the woods below, jerking the glasses back as he caught a movement. Suddenly the still air was broken by a dreadful sound. It wasn't a howl but close to it. It was their way of talking. In the distance he heard several of the hunters answer from areas spaced well apart. They were in a giant circle and it was drawing tighter and tighter.
They has his scent now. It would only be a matter of time. Then he saw the thing merge from the forest below. It stood close to seven feet tall and must have weighed over three hundreds pounds. It had a small head for its body but the mouth
was massive and full of razor sharp teeth. The head looked something like the dinosaurs from Earth's past. The body stood on two muscular legs. It had almost human looking arms and a long neck. The neck moved back and forth like a giant snake. The monster could tear a humans head with one rake of it's razor sharp teeth and he had seen it happen. The thing raised it's head and sniffed the air. Than it turned and it's large yellow eyes looked straight at him. The man squirmed deeper into the soft pine needles. The monster opened it's mouth revealing a long flickering tongue. Slime dripped onto the forest floor. It would wait there for the others and then close for the kill.
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