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Terminal Hitman
I'm working on a crime Novella called Terminal Hitman. It's going to be fun, twisted and sardonic and also based in some real world facts. The Tag line will be: It's Never Too Late for Revenge.
If you were ever bullied in high school then you will definitely like this book. It involves revenge, serial killer, sex trafficking and some gruesome deaths including someone who is killed with a Barry Manilow song. Yes you read that right.
Here is a sneak peek:
Darkness
Paul Clark blinked a few times as he regained consciousness. He was groggy. His head felt like it was sloshing around in a fishbowl. There was a bright spotlight aimed at him burning his retinas. He was sitting in a chair, he finally deduced, and as he tried to get up, he realized he couldn’t. Strange, he thought. He tried moving again but nothing worked. He thought he was paralyzed but then he felt restraints around his wrists locking his arms to the back of the chair. His feet were also bound to the front legs of the chair. He was chilled to the bone from fright but also because he was naked. It was at this moment he realized he was in a precarious position. There was darkness all around him except for the harsh spotlight. His senses slowly coming back to him, he felt a bulky object in his mouth preventing him from speaking or screaming for help. A few hours ago he had filled his last prescription at the pharmacy and headed to his car, a new gun metal grey Mazda 6. His fun car. He was going to stop on the way home and buy some pizza for the wife and kids. Pizza Rev was his favorite pizza joint. Now, he was God knows where, tied up like some kind of informant that was about to get capped. But how did this happen?
“I guess you’re wondering how this happened.” a voice said from somewhere in the darkness. A man moved in front of the spotlight and stepped closer until he was two feet from him. “Long time no see Paul”. Paul still couldn’t make out the Man’s facial features as he was lit from behind and shrouded in shadows but something stirred in the deep recesses of his memory. The voice. He had heard it before. A long, long, time ago.
If you were ever bullied in high school then you will definitely like this book. It involves revenge, serial killer, sex trafficking and some gruesome deaths including someone who is killed with a Barry Manilow song. Yes you read that right.
Here is a sneak peek:
Darkness
Paul Clark blinked a few times as he regained consciousness. He was groggy. His head felt like it was sloshing around in a fishbowl. There was a bright spotlight aimed at him burning his retinas. He was sitting in a chair, he finally deduced, and as he tried to get up, he realized he couldn’t. Strange, he thought. He tried moving again but nothing worked. He thought he was paralyzed but then he felt restraints around his wrists locking his arms to the back of the chair. His feet were also bound to the front legs of the chair. He was chilled to the bone from fright but also because he was naked. It was at this moment he realized he was in a precarious position. There was darkness all around him except for the harsh spotlight. His senses slowly coming back to him, he felt a bulky object in his mouth preventing him from speaking or screaming for help. A few hours ago he had filled his last prescription at the pharmacy and headed to his car, a new gun metal grey Mazda 6. His fun car. He was going to stop on the way home and buy some pizza for the wife and kids. Pizza Rev was his favorite pizza joint. Now, he was God knows where, tied up like some kind of informant that was about to get capped. But how did this happen?
“I guess you’re wondering how this happened.” a voice said from somewhere in the darkness. A man moved in front of the spotlight and stepped closer until he was two feet from him. “Long time no see Paul”. Paul still couldn’t make out the Man’s facial features as he was lit from behind and shrouded in shadows but something stirred in the deep recesses of his memory. The voice. He had heard it before. A long, long, time ago.
Terminal Hitman
“Boondocks” was rummaging through trash containers behind a warehouse hoping to find some old canvas tarps, or pieces of carpeting or some other dirty decorative trash he could make use of and bring back to his homeless encampment. And if he happened to find a bottle of Jack Daniels with a couple of swigs left, even better. He tossed out a couple of steel rods onto a pile of growing debris next to the container. He could reinforce his tent with these beauties he thought to himself. He hauled himself up and with great effort climbed out of the garbage container and slid down onto the pavement. Suddenly a spot light lit him up as he was getting to his feet.
Boondocks covered his eyes with his hand and cursed as two police officers exited a patrol car and approached him.
“Hands! Let me see both your hands.” Boondocks raised both hands as best he could while continuing to shield his eyes. Officer Chuck “The Chucker” Evans, a 13 year veteran with a Dwayne Johnson physique, looked at the pile of debris next to the garbage container and the already partially filled grocery cart. “What’s your name?” “They call me Boondocks.”
“Boondocks, do you have any weapons on you, any knives or anything else?” “No, no no. Uh Just looking for recycles.” Under his breath but a bit too loud he finished the sentence with “You stupid pigfucker.”
He was airborne immediately. He crashed into the side of the warehouse. Officer Chuck Evans had earned his nickname “The Chucker” not because it was a play on his name but because if you gave him any attitude on the street, he would pick you up and chuck you through the air into the nearest wall. Boondocks was now experiencing this first hand as he bounced off the concrete wall and crumpled to the ground in a urine soaked splat. Boondocks groaned and shook his head to get rid of the stars he was seeing.
“You just got chucked.” The officers looked at each other with a slight grin. “Now let’s try this again Boondocks.”
“Hey Partner. Open door.” Officer Jerry Chew drew Evans' attention. A few feet to the left from where they were standing Officer Chew shined his Streamlight on a door that was ajar and leading to the interior of the warehouse.
“Boondocks. Were you in the warehouse?” Breathless from his encounter with the wall he slowly stuttered “No, I swear. I didn’t even see it was open.” “Are you sure? I better not find any valuables from the warehouse in your cart.” “No brother I swear. I was just in them two containers.”
“Call it in.” Evans said to Chew. Chew keyed his mic which was pinned to the front part of his uniform shirt.
“Headquarters, Paul 138.”
“Go ahead 138” came the crackly dispatcher’s voice over the radio. “We’re 10-97 on an open door on a warehouse behind Markham Lumber. I’ll get you the exact address in a minute.”
“10-4 138. Do you need a cover unit?”
Before Chew could answer, Evans responded on his radio. “Negative, we’ll advise.” Then he turned back to Boondocks. “Don’t go anywhere because if I have to come find you, I’m going to stuff everything in that grocery cart down your throat.” Boondocks gave him a sloppy hand salute and then just continued to lay on the ground sucking air and holding his ribs.
Evans led the way as he slowly pushed the door open and shined his light into the darkness. Guns drawn and Streamlights in hand they entered the warehouse one by one, Evans going to his right and Chew to his left. They passed some large shelves but for the most part it was giant vacant space.
Then in the middle of the space, something caught their eye. They both reacted simultaneously and shined their lights on it. Slowly they approached with their Streamlights and guns aimed on the object. As they got closer they glanced at each other silently confirming they were both indeed seeing the same thing.
Evans angled to get in front of the object then grimaced as he realized what he was looking at. Transfixed in two beams of lights from the officers streamlights was a bloated naked man tied to a chair. He looked like he was made of pewter with a grey powder tint all over his face and body. Chew shined his light down and saw a fire extinguisher at the man’s feet with masking tape on the nozzle fitted around the deadmans mouth. A second fire extinguisher was resting a few feet from them.
“Holy shit!” Both Chew and Evans quickly spun around in the direction of the voice and saw Boondocks standing behind them, mouth agape, staring past them at the dead man.
Boondocks covered his eyes with his hand and cursed as two police officers exited a patrol car and approached him.
“Hands! Let me see both your hands.” Boondocks raised both hands as best he could while continuing to shield his eyes. Officer Chuck “The Chucker” Evans, a 13 year veteran with a Dwayne Johnson physique, looked at the pile of debris next to the garbage container and the already partially filled grocery cart. “What’s your name?” “They call me Boondocks.”
“Boondocks, do you have any weapons on you, any knives or anything else?” “No, no no. Uh Just looking for recycles.” Under his breath but a bit too loud he finished the sentence with “You stupid pigfucker.”
He was airborne immediately. He crashed into the side of the warehouse. Officer Chuck Evans had earned his nickname “The Chucker” not because it was a play on his name but because if you gave him any attitude on the street, he would pick you up and chuck you through the air into the nearest wall. Boondocks was now experiencing this first hand as he bounced off the concrete wall and crumpled to the ground in a urine soaked splat. Boondocks groaned and shook his head to get rid of the stars he was seeing.
“You just got chucked.” The officers looked at each other with a slight grin. “Now let’s try this again Boondocks.”
“Hey Partner. Open door.” Officer Jerry Chew drew Evans' attention. A few feet to the left from where they were standing Officer Chew shined his Streamlight on a door that was ajar and leading to the interior of the warehouse.
“Boondocks. Were you in the warehouse?” Breathless from his encounter with the wall he slowly stuttered “No, I swear. I didn’t even see it was open.” “Are you sure? I better not find any valuables from the warehouse in your cart.” “No brother I swear. I was just in them two containers.”
“Call it in.” Evans said to Chew. Chew keyed his mic which was pinned to the front part of his uniform shirt.
“Headquarters, Paul 138.”
“Go ahead 138” came the crackly dispatcher’s voice over the radio. “We’re 10-97 on an open door on a warehouse behind Markham Lumber. I’ll get you the exact address in a minute.”
“10-4 138. Do you need a cover unit?”
Before Chew could answer, Evans responded on his radio. “Negative, we’ll advise.” Then he turned back to Boondocks. “Don’t go anywhere because if I have to come find you, I’m going to stuff everything in that grocery cart down your throat.” Boondocks gave him a sloppy hand salute and then just continued to lay on the ground sucking air and holding his ribs.
Evans led the way as he slowly pushed the door open and shined his light into the darkness. Guns drawn and Streamlights in hand they entered the warehouse one by one, Evans going to his right and Chew to his left. They passed some large shelves but for the most part it was giant vacant space.
Then in the middle of the space, something caught their eye. They both reacted simultaneously and shined their lights on it. Slowly they approached with their Streamlights and guns aimed on the object. As they got closer they glanced at each other silently confirming they were both indeed seeing the same thing.
Evans angled to get in front of the object then grimaced as he realized what he was looking at. Transfixed in two beams of lights from the officers streamlights was a bloated naked man tied to a chair. He looked like he was made of pewter with a grey powder tint all over his face and body. Chew shined his light down and saw a fire extinguisher at the man’s feet with masking tape on the nozzle fitted around the deadmans mouth. A second fire extinguisher was resting a few feet from them.
“Holy shit!” Both Chew and Evans quickly spun around in the direction of the voice and saw Boondocks standing behind them, mouth agape, staring past them at the dead man.
