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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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She held my gaze for a moment, then nodded and stood up. “Mr. Strand is free to go in and start work on rebuilding his bed-and-breakfast, but he can’t open till the damage has been fixed and the inspector signs off on it.” She paused then, looking like she wanted to say something else. I wasn’t the only one who noticed it.

Tonya set a cup of coffee in front of Paris. “What is it?”

Paris took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I know there are entities in that house. I felt them when I was there. I felt them around the skeleton. I know what happened—officially—at the battery. I also know there’s something in that place because the last time I was there, it scared the hell out of me. I can’t speak as a cop . . . ignore my badge for now . . . but if you’re trying to take care of whatever it is, please be careful. Whatever is going on in this town, it’s dangerous.”

I looked at Ralph, then at Tonya and Chai. It was better for everybody if none of this ever chanced creeping into government hands of any sort. And while I trusted Paris, there was always the chance she’d feel obligated to report it and we’d be in trouble.

“We simply can’t verify that. I hope you understand—we can’t talk about it. I’m not about to say you’re wrong, though.”

I really didn’t know if I should be the one taking over the official spiel; Ralph had been with Alex a lot longer. But Ralph was far better with a keyboard than he was with verbal communication. It occurred to me that we needed to clarify the matter on who spoke for the company, once Alex was awake to make a decision.

Paris considered what I said, then nodded and stood up and put her hat back on, adjusting it over her hair. “I understand. If you need me—unofficially—call me here.”

She handed me a business card. It was her personal one, with her cell number on it. Apparently, Paris was more than just a cop—she also made and sold quilts. As we showed her to the door, I tucked her card in my pocket.

 

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Monday Snippet: Flight From Death

3 thoughts on “Monday Snippet: Flight From Death

  • 06/23/2015 at 6:18 pm
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    Will have to get this book. To many hints and dialogue to miss.

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  • 06/23/2015 at 6:49 am
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    So, looking forward to your new series.

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