' Alright,'said the man in is forties sitting behind his desk tapping his pencil on top of the desk,deciding what to do next . The man sitting in front of his desk waited patiently . ' The little girl buried in that place I told you? ' he asked the other man who was in his early twenties.
Both were dressed sharp. ' Yes,sir ,everything and everyone that was part of the mock up was taking care of ,sir .' He then saw the slight concern on the other man's face and shook his head,'But,there's something else,right ? The other man nodded,folding his arms over his chest,'
I was told the agents that were suppose to monitor the area making sure no one came in or out missed something.' He saw the look on the other man's face as it suddenly change to anger,'
Apparently one of the FBI's special agents car could be seen parked just outside of the mock up area itself,we could tell it was FBI because each license plate has a special tag on it,this one belonging to one of their top agents,she has no name or ID ,but it was her,the one that was at your hearing last year in court .' He slammed his fist on top of the desk and cursed out loud, ' I want her,this time dead,do you hear me ! ' too be continued .
Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World is a novel in which nothing is quite what it seems and everything is loaded with shadowy dreams of the past and nightmares set to soul-pounding music of the future.
If you took every major epic fantasy that has ever been written and twisted them all into one fantastic tale of magic, sword play, and just plain old fantasy fun, you might get the first half of this 235,000 word monster of a read. The last half is a
