By DB Dakota
Mystery/Crime 330 pages
Cover art by Pat
Evans
Blurb:
The movie stuntman’s fall on the set kills him, making his insurance
beneficiaries—three people—wealthy. The detective discovers the Hollywood director’s previous shoots have been plagued
with “accidents.” He’s killing stunt men to collect their insurance? The female
private eye shadows suspects who are losing their grip on reality, scared that
she knows what happened and how. So why
doesn’t she pounce? Because she’s merciless, unconventional and forces
perpetrators to break down and incriminate themselves.
She’s running lab and field tests on props and equipment because the
murderer used high-tech materials to rig a foolproof accident. Inciting
mistrust, she’s turning the suspects against each other. Bombarded by the PI’s ambushes, the trio
can’t work. So they cover up the evidence—try to, for the investigator
anticipates the maneuver. She’s not surprised by who shows up as the killer—but
readers will be, and relish the war of nerves.
Excerpt:
“Do deer work
nights?” Ty inquired, with his eye on the monitor. “I see one clocking in
already.”
Mitch peered and
leaned closer. “How did…? We’re in the middle of a residential—there’s another
deer.”
“Deer have
become suburbanites in many localities,” Thornburgh submitted with a shrug.
“They take
the subway.” Ty pointed out the window. “An arroyo right out there and down the
hill. When water runs, it comes from way up in the mountains down to a ponding
area and on into a drainage ditch that feeds the Rio Grande. The pond is a mall where the
flesh-eater gangs hang out—don’t go there. It’s crowded at night with varmints,
and they meet up with their competitors up here from El Paso who paddle up the river or take I-25.
A desert subway is not a sociable place to be unless you’re high enough on the
food chain to pack a six iron.”
“Look, Ty,
your crows took off,” Thornburgh whispered, inching closer to the screen.
“I didn’t say
a word to them, now did I?”
“Something
scared them off,” Mitch gasped,
glancing at Thornburgh the orchestrator. “What did that?”
“Nothing’s on
the set.”
“That deer is
looking off-camera, waiting for a cue,” Ty pointed to the screen. “Cute little
doe, huh? Now she’s— Hey, she’s not hanging around, either. Watch her go.”
“Frightened
by a bear, maybe?” Mitch frowned.
“No, she’s
going backstage to check her makeup—hey, see that?”
“Yeah.
Something flitted in and out of the picture.”
Ty’s jaw
dropped. “It was a human, swear to god.”
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