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Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: JMS BELL
Type: Fiction
Pages: 233
Copyright: October 21, 2015
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
When God calls us to do His work...distance is 'never' a factor!
This book is centered around two black women, Victoria Priest and Ruby Battle, retired teachers from New Yoirk City, who find themselves in the midst of a murder mystery in England.
When their on-line white British friend, Sadie Love, suddenly dies in an airplane crash, that she should have never been on, Victoria and Ruby wonder why. Subsequently, they learn that they are named as the principle heirs in their deceased friend’s will and are forced to travel to Surrey, England to claim their inheritance. So it is, when they are both almost killed on a country road, their faith is put to a grueling test and they begin to realize that their purpose is much greater than the reading of a will. Only through their trust in the power of God will they be able to stay their course.
They determine to find out the precipitating factors that led up to their friend’s death despite the constant threat of danger. And as they begin to forage through a tangled web of deceit, lies and murder they find themselves ensnared in a perilous atmosphere with mounting questions that they have no answers for. The tension grows until at last the whole shocking truth about the fate of their dear friend, Sadie Love, is disclosed.
Suspense and horror, entertwined with wit and humor, this wonderful mystery is written with simplicity while looking at the intricate ‘light and dark’ side of human emotions.
Both entertaining and enjoyable this Christian, Adult/Young Adult, Novel heralds the marvelous power of God who can, ‘make all things work together for good’…when we trust Him.
Excerpt
The two women had no problem getting the flowers that they wanted and after arranging for their delivery, they stopped at a pub and bought fish and chips for dinner. They chatted as they walked back to the Fenwick, admiring the wild flowers that grew here and there along the road.
Ruby was the first to see it! Victoria saw it too but froze unable to move as she watched the speeding vehicle moving towards them. The car seem to deliberately swerve in their direction as it bore down and Ruby instinctively reached out and grabbed Victoria’s arm, pulling her with her as they both tumbled into the tall grass that lined the side of the road. They heard the screech of the tires and could smell the fumes and heat of the car as they tried to cover their faces from the dirt that the vehicle’s wheels sprayed on them. As it sped away, Ruby was panting when she scuffled to her knees and tried to make out the license tag number, but all she saw was a veil of dust.
“Did you get it?!” Victoria asked urgently.
“No – I couldn’t, too far away! You alright!?’
“Yes, I think so, my God! I couldn’t move!” Victoria said, still lying on her back, “my blouse,” she held up her arm, “is torn - and my leg hurts.”
“Where?” Ruby asked with concern, as she crawled over to her.
Victoria pushed herself up to a sitting position and pointed to the horizontal abrasion across the calf of one of her legs that resembled a burn and oozed slightly.
“Does it hurt much?’
“Not really, it just stings a little. Thank God for answered prayer! I know it was nothing but the Blood of Jesus between us and that car!”
“Amen to that! Thank God your leg’s not broken and a blouse can always be replaced.”
Ruby stood and reached to gave her friend, who was still a little unsteady, a hand. She looked around,
“Where’s our dinner?”
“Over there.” Victoria pointed to the packages that had flown out of their hands and now laid a short distance away, still intact.
Ruby went to retrieve them and when she bent over, Victoria laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” She asked, looking back at her over her shoulder.
“I just wondered if you felt a breeze coming from the general area of the posterior.”
“Should I have?” Ruby replied.
“Yes you should have, your slacks is split straight up the back.”
“Oh, no, “Ruby said, trying to investigate the extent of the rip with her hand, “and these are my favorite pair of pants! How in the world can I walk the rest of the way with my butt hanging out?”
“Oh it’s not that bad, it looks like it’s torn in the seam. You can sew it and I only noticed it when you bent over, so, let’s go!”
The two women, dirty and disheveled, proceeded to walk to their destination. Victoria, now fully recovered was in front, with Ruby following. It wasn’t until Fenwick came into view that Ruby spoke.
“Victoria, that car tried to run us down, it could have killed us.”
“Yes, I know.” Victoria agreed, soberly.
“How long have we been friends?” Ruby asked.
“Since we were knee high.” Victoria answered.
“I was your maid of honor.” Ruby said.
“And I was your matron of honor.”
“We’ve always been there for one another; we’ve worked together, raised our children together, swapped wives tales and mourned our husbands together – we can’t stop now,” Ruby stated with finality, “I’m not leaving without you.”
Victoria stopped walking and turned to her friend.
“Oh, Ruby, thank you,” she said. The two old friends hugged one another, and both women’s eyes were moist as they journeyed on.
When they approached the fence of Fenwick, Victoria placed her hand on the gate again turned to her friend.
“Now, you realize this is war, but the battle is not ours.”
“That’s exactly right,” Ruby answered, “it’s the Lord’s!”
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