Monday Snippet: Flight From Death

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FLIGHT FROM DEATH — Book 1 of the Fly By Night Series (a spinoff of Otherworld)Release date: July 7th, 2015. Available for Preorder! If you want an autographed copy, preorder from Seattle Mystery Bookshop. Preorders help authors out SO much!

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“Now that we know what he is, we can probably figure out a way to trap him—” Tonya started, but Patrick stood, shushing her.

“I’ve had it. I don’t want to trap this creature, or free the spirits, or look through a sack full of old papers. Right now, I don’t care who killed Lacy Buckland, or why they buried her in my yard. My business is in the toilet. The High Tide Bed-and-Breakfast should have just burned down entirely—I’d probably be better off because then, at least, I could collect the insurance money and sell the land and leave without a problem.” He jumped up and stomped over to the refrigerator, then stopped cold. “I don’t suppose you have any bottled blood?”

Tonya winced. “I’m sorry—I knew I forgot to buy something this afternoon. I can run out and grab a six-pack.” She started to stand, but Patrick shook his head.

“Don’t bother. And don’t get me wrong. I appreciate you guys saving my ass—our asses—but I’m tired of this. I’m tired of fighting an invisible enemy. I just want to get on with my life. For what it’s worth anymore, at least.” And that was a telling sentence because he dropped to the floor, back against the sink cabinet, and stared at the toes of his boots, looking terribly morose.

Alex glanced at me. I shrugged. I didn’t have a clue what to say. Patrick was his friend, not mine. So Alex settled himself next to Patrick and leaned back, too, staring at the ceiling.

Ralph went back to whatever it was he was searching for on the Net, while Tonya studiously ignored the pair of vamps, her nose deep in her book. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I leaned across the table to watch Tonya.

“Mate, what’s eating you?” Alex spoke in low tones, but we could all still hear him.

Patrick didn’t answer for a moment, and then he said, “This isn’t the way I thought it would be. None of it.”