Thursday, August 16, 2012
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Blurb: Detective Morgan Reynolds thought her nightmare was over when serial killer Gerald ‘The Slasher’ Tate was sent to prison for her husband’s murder. But she was wrong. The Slasher has escaped and he’s making it even more personal this time. Tate has kidnapped her son and is giving her 72 hours to find the answers he wants or Jared dies. Available in print or eBook at Whimsical Publications, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, or at most online bookstores.
Set up: Morgan’s son has just been kidnapped by the serial killer who murdered her husband.
Chase stopped the car. Morgan leaped from the passenger side and ran up the small slope to her front door.
“Jared,” she called out as she entered the foyer. After dropping her purse on the bottom step, she ran up the stairs to his room.
He wasn’t there.
She crossed the room to the unmade bed and searched for any sign that he’d been there since that morning, but his backpack was nowhere in sight. Glancing out the window, she spotted Cosmo lounging next to his doghouse.
Please, God…please let him be at one of his friends’. Please let him be safe!
Morgan fought off the threatening tears as she searched her bedroom, the guest bedroom, and the bathrooms before heading back downstairs.
“Afternoon, Sergeant.” Morgan froze at the familiar voice coming from her answering machine. She stepped into the living room and stared at the black box next to the phone. “Not to worry, you’re little boy is safe and sound. He’ll stay that way as long as you don’t contact your buddies down at the police station. I’ll be in touch soon.” She looked at Chase.
“Sorry. I thought maybe he’d left you a message,” he said.
“Oh no.” Her worst fear confirmed, Morgan sank onto the couch and wrapped her arms around her midsection. She struggled to fight off the nausea that threatened to consume her.
“Get me the captain.”
Morgan looked up and saw Chase on the phone. She rushed to his side, grabbed the receiver from his hand, and slammed it down on its cradle then glared at him. “What are doing?”
“Following procedure. The faster we act, the better the chances…”
“You heard what he said, no cops.”
“Come on, Morgan, be realistic. We have to follow protocol.”
“Forget protocol. We’re talking about my son here. I’m not going to do anything that will endanger his life.”