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Category:
Action/Thriller
Type: Fiction
Every Town has its secrets!
When a low income family moves to a rural town full of middle to high class citizens, they are initially met with open arms. But before the end of their first day in Brockton, Pennsylvania; Mort and Emily Avery stumble into trouble at the Diamond Diner.
They soon find out why there are no other low class families in Brockton when they arrested for skipping out on their dinner bill. Mort and Emily are sent to a work camp on the outskirts of town where the poor, homeless, and anyone who opposes Brockton's way of life are confined. One by one, the prisoners begin to disappear and its up to Mort, Emily, and the remaining few to escape and find help!
Excerpt
Several yards ahead was the first intersection that Mort and Emily had seen in over twenty-five miles. Mort slowed the car, preparing to stop when a dog ran around one of the houses and darted across the street. Mort slammed on the brakes and his arm shot across the car, throwing Emily back against her seat.
“You are trying to get us killed!” Emily shouted.
“Did you not see that dog? Are you blind?” Mort replied. “What was I supposed to do – hit him?”
“I don't know, Mort, just keep driving. The sooner we get to the house, the sooner I can get out and stretch my legs.”
“Fine. I'm turning left up ahead.” Mort said, easing off the brake.
Five minutes later, Mort pulled the car into the paved driveway of their new house. It was a two-story light-brown brick house with twin bay windows overlooking the front lawn, to the right of the driveway. A narrow stone walkway snaked between the short grass leading to a white door.
When the car stopped, Emily unfastened her seat-belt and stepped out onto the driveway. Mort turned off the engine, emerged, and surveyed the street as he closed the door.
“Hello there!” Somebody shouted.
Mort and Emily turned to find a middle-age man walking across the street. He shook Mort's hand and introduced himself as Frank Mitchell. Mort introduced himself and Emily and Frank flashed them both a friendly smile.
“You folks just moving in then?” Frank asked. “I live just across the street. So if you both need anything, just come on over and ask.”
“Thank you. We'll do that.” Mort said.
Emily stood on the opposite side of the car. She smiled at Frank, but quickly folded her arms across her chest. Frank stood just below six feet tall. He had dark brown hair, slicked back, and a short beard. He glanced at Emily with piercing blue eyes that spoke volumes. Though he appeared friendly, Emily was unnerved.
“Well we have a lot of unpacking to do.” Emily said. “Mort would you give me a hand?”
“In a minute.” Mort said. “It was nice meeting you, Frank. I hope we'll see you again soon.”
“I'm sure you will.” Frank said; he flashed another smile at Mort and Emily. “Take care now. Mort, Emily.”
“Now, Mort!” Emily barked impatiently.
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