The sun shone upon a small patch of tilled earth, baking it to a crisp. Marigolds blossoming around the edges wilted and drooped. An old woman stood with her left hand on her hip and squinted at the garden through one eye.
"That garden ain't gonna grow."
She turned a two-inch square, cardboard box over and peered at the label on the front.
"Instant water..." She tossed a dirty look over her shoulder at a bungalow and wrinkled her nose. "Stupid late night T.V. shows...sellin' mah husband all sorts 'a rubbish!"
She gave her attention back to the box and tried to make out the directions on the back.
"Jest add water..." She raised an eyebrow at the box and snorted. "Yeah, instant water all right. 'Fool an' his money be parted!"
She ripped the shrink wrap off the box, tore off the top and peered inside. A fine white, glistening powder filled the box almost all the way to the top.
"Looks like sugar..." She turned the box upside down and poured its contents into the grass next to the garden and tossed the container away.
"Idiot husband. Gotta fall fer every scam that comes along!"
She hobbled toward the house, leaving a pile of glittering white crystals behind.
The sun continued shine, oblivious of her disgruntled unhappiness. Its rays drew moisture from the grass. Water vapor, rising into the air, interacted with the crystals and they began to vibrate. A rumbling began, rising in a rapid crescendo and a monstrous tsunami erupted into existence, washing away everything in a fifty mile radius.
A small cardboard box washed up onto the edge of the devastation and lay drying in the sun, its waterlogged type visible for any survivors to read.
'Instant water,' the label read. 'Just add water. Caution. Contains enough for one medium lake. Handle with care.'
Killer With Three Heads is the second book in the Killer series. Bulletproof Morris ‘Mojo’ Johnson returns to New York as John Morrison after a 10 years’ absence to find the people responsible for kidnapping his daughter, Maria.
