Monday, August 10, 2020

That’s not the case with Brian and you know it

Meanwhile, a visitor has just entered the fenced yard. He is walking toward us in the light drizzle.

Wrinkling his nose, Timmy squints against a ray of sun that shines for a moment through the heavy clouds. Then, he cries, “Oh! Dad’s here!”

His mother stiffens a bit and rushes ahead of us to meet her ex. “What are you doing here, Ed? At this early hour, too?”

“They told me to take a few days off. Asked me to hand in my Glock, too.”


His jaw is clenched tight. By his taut skin and hard muscles that lift his arms away from his body, he can’t be older than forty, but his close-cropped hair is already flecked with silver. “Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because of the investigation.”

“What about it?”

“They don’t want me anywhere near the case, claim I’m too emotional about the whole thing, so hell, honey, I don’t even know—”

“Don’t you honey me.”


“Have they found Brian?”

He shakes his head. No.

She presses on. “How about the other two teenagers, the ones who have disappeared from other Florida high schools? Any clues there?”

“One of them is Eric Brown, a seventeen-years old from Tampa. We’ve gone through the list of his contacts, looking for anyone who might have had a fight with him, or even a sight disagreement. The other boy, Bobby Smith, is a fifteen-years old from Key West. We’ve gone through the list of his contacts, too, and cross-referenced the two lists to find out if anyone—any possible rival of one boy or the other—appears in both lists.”


“So far, no significant matches. Maybe the two cases have nothing in common. Maybe Eric and Bobby just ran away from home. Maybe they don’t want to be found.”

“That’s not the case with Brian and you know it.” She turns her back on him. “You should go to your place, instead of coming here. I have enough on my hands—”

“I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself, sitting there alone. Let me be of some help, Tracy. I can take Timmy to school—”

“No need.” Her eyes flutter briefly in my direction. “I’ve already hired someone to do just that.”


(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)

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The last thing Ash expects when she lands in Clearwater, Florida is to be stalked by a troubled teenager. If that's not bad enough, she is caught in a shooting spree next to the nearby elementary school. The cops think it’s an attempt at mass killing, but Ash wonders if the only victim was specifically targeted by the killer. Will she manage to identify him and have him arrested before he comes after her?

" Twists and turns you never see coming made this reader think, "Yikes, never expected that." 

~ Susan Ricci, USA Today Bestselling Author

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