With the launch of my first book (officially) around the corner, let’s take the time to look at this other, less good book I wrote over nanowrimo which I curse to this very day for making me rush this could have been master piece haha. Nah I don’t really care, it got my word count out of the dirt. My rate now is up to where I can write a full novel in like two months give or take proofing and what not and that’s with days off to market my old stuff so it’s cool. It was a good excercise for my mind. Got me out of that devil may care attitude, it was a kick in the butt I needed. But never again haha.
But who knows, after the edit, it might be bareable and Brian my publisher might like it and it could make money someday, but for now it shall be free for the people.
That’s pretty much it, only update I really have is I suck at gwent online haha.
As usual, the link is below, and an excerpt.
The party had waned, people with full bellies and rosey cheeks rolled out to their cars and trucks. Peggy waved them off. Johnny said he was tired and locked himself in his room for the rest of the day.
Peggy was about to call it and get an early night with some true crime shows and a cup of hot tea when the phone rang. Which was strange since pretty much everyone she knew was either here on their way out or were on their way home.
She answered the phone with a curt “Yes”.
“Hello, is this Peggy Carson?” A woman on the other end said.
“This is special agent Nancy Jageur of the federal bureau of investigations. I was wondering why you hadn’t brought Johnny in for a formal interview yet. It’s been almost two weeks now since he arrived isn’t that right?”
“Yeah well we just wanted to get him settled before we got into all that, you know?” Peggy seemed nervous she put the phone in the crux of her neck and fiddled with her wedding ring.
“I understand but I have an investigation to follow up on and the longer we wait the colder the trail will get. I’ll need you to meet me as soon as possible”
“Ok, I can do that”
“I’ve organised a room for us at the San Antonio missing children’s centre. How’s Monday afternoon for you?” Nancy said idly as if she was booking a nail appointment.
“Err, yeah, Monday is good, we’ll bring him in then”
“That’s great, I’ll see you then”.
“Bye” Peggy said as she clumsily hung up the phone, her nerves were a little shot maybe she drank too much. It was time for bed at least.
As soon as Nancy put down the phone Con looked up from the report he was reading and said “So?”
“I said Monday” Nancy smiled.
“Anxious” She said as she looked at the colour Photostat picture of Johnny. The san Antonio missing children’s centre had sent it over. He was a good looking blonde haired blue eyed kid no more than thirteen years of age.
Con and Nancy had been set up in a small back office in the Bureau’s San Antonio field office. It was a simple and old looking room with white corkboard walls. Halogen ceiling lights blaring day and night. A paltry ceiling fan that did next to nothing. The desks were brown chipboard like the ones you’d get in a community college classroom. Still there were free donuts and the coffee wasn’t half bad. Lots of Mexican style pastries.
“Did she say why she didn’t call as soon as they had him?”
“Something like that” Nancy rocked back and forth in her swivel chair. Tossing thoughts in her head like bales of hay.
“What is it?”
“I dunno, there’s just something off about her, she seemed really nervous.” Her voice got distant as she reached for a blank white coffee cup on her desk.
“But she’s not the one coming in for an interview, it’s the kid. Maybe she just doesn’t like cops”.
“We’re not cops” Nancy smiled and turned her head sideways.
“Yeah but you sound like one” Con gave a sharky grin.
Nancy chupsed and squinted.
She reached into the pink pastry box on her desk and threw a chirro at him that he deftly dodged laughing.