Chapter One
She saw
him floating headless through a mist of tears.
Even the
river’s roar was not enough to mask her scream, as overhead the Borneo midday
sun skidded a brilliant reflection across the river’s surface.
Garrett
clapped her hand over her mouth and squinted against the bright sun. As if that
would shift reality or change the fact that all that stood between Malcolm and
anonymity was the San Diego Chargers logo on his torn, water-soaked T-shirt. Instead,
tears washed her vision.
Malcolm’s
smiling face—his smiling, missing face. She choked and her foot slipped,
bringing her dangerously close to the riverbank, and the body.
Brush crackled and something screeched, the sound
harsh and loud in a place where there was never silence. It would have sent
chills through the uninitiated but it was only an insect, an oversize bug—an
insect that might not be classified, identified. There were so many and that
was what brought her here. But now her guide was dead, headless. That thought
alone was preposterous even when the evidence lay in front of her. She wanted
to weep. She wanted to run. But it was up to her to get her team out of here. She
needed another focus before panic clouded everything.
I hope that's intrigued you to go out and get a copy. At $2.99 I think it's a fantastic deal.
Available at Barnes and Noble, Nook, Amazon, Smashwords and other online bookstores.
You notice - this is the first blog post I've done, possibly ever, without a picture!
Ryshia
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