The door swung a foot, maybe eighteen inches,then stopped when it hit an obstruction. The smell of cordite filled the room.
I pushed hard against the door and stepped through. He was in
there alright, his head was the obstruction. It was bent sideways at an
odd angle. i shut the door, and stepped closer to him. I nudged his
temple with the toe of my shoe and his head rolled sideways like a
billiard ball in a sock. His neck was broken. I squatted beside him and
felt his hand. Ice cold, as cold as hands ever get, but not so cold as
the .38 his cold hand held.
Love, romance, innocence, intrigue, danger, and lust. Life is complicated, and love even more so. Life, and love, can be hazardous to a lady's health. Especially if she's fallen in love with a married pop star.
Book 3 continues the Commander and the Chief's adventures in political intrigue, superstition, old feuds, and the search of Nikola Tesla's missing papers in this Close Encounter of the Weird Kind.
