The dark parking garage with the dead body of his friend and mentor only begins Jake Walker's problems. Soon, he is the prime suspect in Benjamin Monroe's murder and worried that his best friend, Ben's daughter, will believe the worst.
Celeste doesn't know who killed her father but she does know one thing—it wasn't Jake. As she and Jake set out to find the killer, they discover that her father unlocked the code to a fountain of youth formula. Anyone who wanted the formula could have killed him, and it was worth millions.
During their investigation, they uncover more facts and more bodies. Because they show up at every crime scene, the detectives investigating the case suspect Celeste and Jake of murder. The two go on the run until they can clear their names. But, there are more sinister forces at work than either realizes, and the deception runs as deep as the national government...
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Deep shadows lurked in unseen corners of the parking garage. An icy chill brushed past Benjamin Monroe's ankles, reminding him he'd forgotten to buy new socks. The ones he wore were threadbare and no protection against the coming winter.
He gripped the handle of his briefcase and walked faster. He didn't have time to worry about socks or anything else at the moment. It was more important he get his discovery to a secure location. A gentle click-clack-click reached his ears and trailed shivers down his spine.
He stopped, breathing heavily, very aware of the smell of spilled oil and musty corners. "Who's there?"
No answer. Benjamin laughed-the sound ricocheted off the concrete pillars. He was paranoid. Few knew of his secret, but soon his discovery would help millions.
It would earn millions in the right hands, a sinister voice whispered through his head. He'd spent the last thirty years working on this research, living off of the small salary Evan Van Ester and the E.V.E. Corporation paid. He wasn't about to sell out at this point. The discovery represented a legacy he could pass on to his daughter Celeste—and her children after her.
Benjamin spotted his Ford Taurus and juggled the briefcase and his keys. Click. Clack. Click. He stopped, spun around and searched the empty garage. It was late. He'd lost track of time again and the building was all but deserted. Yet, the presence of someone else—back there, somewhere in the shadows—caused him to pick up his pace yet again.
Click. Clack. Click.
Panting, Benjamin broke into a run.
Click. Clack. Click. Click. Click.
He wrestled with his keys, trying to find the right one and wondering why he hadn't invested in a keyless entry system.
Click. Clack. Clack.
Benjamin didn't have to look behind him to know someone now stood in the weak light of the garage lamps. He could hear the breathing, smell the heavy sweat, and feel the presence of evil ripple across the fine hairs on the back of his neck. He turned.
"You," he said the moment before he spotted the flash of arcing silver and a heavy burning sensation struck him in the chest.
One day my daughter and I were reading about Ponce de Leon and how he searched for the Fountain of Youth. This got my writer's mind to working and it didn't take long for me to come up with the story that became the book. I hope you enjoy reading this novel as much as I enjoyed writing it!