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Chapter One: Count Their Graves by Jennifer Chase

 

Count Their Graves

Jennifer Chase
Publisher: Bookouture
Publication Date: August 30, 2024
Pages: 362
Genre: Crime Thriller

A wind chime sways a sweet melody above several pairs of shoes neatly laid out on the welcome the mat: two large pairs, and three small. On the door frame, a perfect crimson handprint, the color of blood…

Out on her morning run, Detective Katie Scott is stopped in her tracks when her service dog, Cisco, alerts her to something. Weaving through the towering pine trees, Katie is horrified to find a little girl alone in the woods, dressed in a white nightgown. The child sobs into Katie’s arms. She’s unharmed, but clearly traumatized. Scooping her up, Katie follows the trail to a large farmhouse. But what she finds there rips the air from her lungs: one, two, three, four bodies laid out side by side, all in matching pajamas.

The Banks family were attacked in their sleep, but how had the little girl trembling in Katie’s arms escape with her life? What twisted monster would do such a thing, and why leave no trace but a single bloody handprint on the doorframe? Katie vows to find answers for this sweet child who has lost everything and everyone.

Working night and day to piece together why this innocent family were targeted, Katie thinks she has her first lead when she discovers the family were under witness protection. Had they seen something they shouldn’t? Was the aim to silence them forever? Questions are still spinning in Katie’s mind when another family is discovered dead in their beds on the other side of Pine Valley.

With the entire department stretched to breaking point with an unprecedented body count and trace evidence stacking up, it’s going to take everything Katie has to track this twisted killer down. But as she closes in on her target, it’s clear someone close to Katie is keeping a deadly secret. How many more innocent lives will be lost before she can bring them to justice?

Release Date: October 30, 2024

Publisher: Bookouture

Soft Cover:‎ 978-1835256367; 362 pages; $11.99; eBook $3.99; Free with Kindle Unlimited; also available in audiobook .99

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Count-Their-Graves-completely-unputdownable/dp/1835256368 

 First Chapter:

Wednesday 0645 hours

Detective Katie Scott ran every morning unless weather or work prohibited it. This particular morning she was motivated to switch up her usual running routine. It was good to change a habit—at least she thought so as she climbed the steep incline to get to the Bramble Trail. Her life had returned to normal with her fiancé home safe, and the stream of cold cases she was investigating was buzzing through her mind. She preferred to clear her head in solitude, in rural settings, before beginning her demanding day.

“C’mon, Cisco,” she called behind her.

The jet-black German shepherd immediately stopped sniffing the low-lying bushes and downed pine tree limbs and easily bounded up the trail behind Katie with his focus now completely on his partner.

After two Army tours in Afghanistan as a bomb K9 team, Katie was able to bring her military dog Cisco home with her to Pine Valley, California. Even though the dog was a retired veteran, he often accompanied Katie on her cases when large areas needed to be searched or when she needed extra security. Katie currently headed up the cold-case unit for the Pine Valley Sheriff’s Department with her partner, Detective Sean McGaven.

The morning air was exceptionally cool and invigorating, filling her lungs as she pushed her body harder until she reached the top of the incline, where it leveled out and weaved along the ridge of the Bramble Trail. Her legs tightened and her breath became intense, but she didn’t slow down. Cisco had dashed ahead and was waiting for her at the top—tongue out and ears alert, staring down.

Once at the top of the ridge, Katie paused and admired the view, feeling like she was on the top of the world. It was a place where she could take a deep breath and let whatever was bothering her fade away. There were a few houses in the surrounding area with extended acreage, but it didn’t take away from the sense of being alone in nature. The towering pine trees were dense with thick branches and loomed above, producing a wonderful aroma. Down in the valley, there was a faint sound of one of the meandering creeks flowing. She enjoyed the moment as her pulse returned to normal.

Katie picked up her run again, this time at half speed, along the seldom-used trail. The path was slightly uneven, but navigable, and good for more of a workout. As she ran, she noticed that Cisco seemed agitated and not his relaxed self. The dog had tensed his body, tail lowered, and he seemed to have caught a scent in the air. Katie slowed her pace and scanned the area around them. Her senses also heightened. Nothing seemed strange to her—but Cisco still didn’t relax. She took the dog’s uneasiness seriously. Her hand slid up to the small holstered Beretta under her hoodie, an automatic response whenever there was a possibility of any kind of danger.

Cisco gave a low grumble and his fur prickled along his backbone.

Katie slowed.

The dog barked several times and took off in a full run.

“Cisco!”

Katie watched helplessly as her dog disappeared into the dense forest. Fearful thoughts thundered through her mind of all the potential hazards—bears, rogue hunters, loose dog packs, or armed criminals hiding out.

“Cisco!”

It was not like the dog to disobey Katie’s direct commands. Her heart rate increased as she ran after him. She could feel her pulse hammering in her neck.

Dodging through the trees and climbing over a couple of low-lying branches, Katie kept moving as fast as she could, expecting to hear voices and more barking, but it was strangely quiet. She hurried from behind a grouping of pine trees and leaped back onto the trail. She saw Cisco’s dark outline standing over a white bundle.

Katie slowed her pace, trying to decipher what the white object was. She moved cautiously, mesmerized by what Cisco was so adamant about alerting her to. The noble dog made several circles around the bundle, nose down, nudging it gently.

“Cisco,” she whispered, as suddenly the white bundle moved and a small hand appeared. Cisco nuzzled the tiny fingers.

Katie stumbled forward onto her knees only to discover a little blonde girl with curly locks, dressed in an oversized white nightgown. The lace sleeves were longer than her tiny arms. Katie also noticed red spots splashed across the front and down the sleeves: blood.

“Good boy, Cisco,” she said, petting the dog, concerned by their discovery.

Turning her full attention to the little girl, she said, “What are you doing all the way out here, sweetheart?” She looked around to see if there was someone else, but it was deserted. There was nothing to indicate why the girl was outside. No footprints. No toys or pieces of clothing. It was as if she had been dropped here.

The sleepy-eyed girl appeared to be about four years old. “I’m cold,” she barely whispered as she shivered.

“Are you hurt?” said Katie as she looked for any injuries. The girl’s skin was icy, as if she had been out in the elements for a while—possibly a few hours. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Em… Emily,” she said.

“How did you get here?”

“Mommy brought me…”

A chill ran down Katie’s spine.

“Okay, Emily. Stay here with Cisco and I’ll be right back. Can you do that for me?” Katie wanted to pick the girl up, hug her, and take her to safety, but she needed to assess the area first. Security was her priority and then getting the little girl to safety.

The little girl nodded. Her blue eyes stared at Katie as she pet the dog. It was a look that Katie wouldn’t soon forget. The pure innocence struck her soul.

Katie stood up and unzipped her hoodie and then wrapped it around the little girl. The cool morning air hit her as she was now dressed in just a tank top. She pulled her weapon, still scanning the area. There was a farmhouse and barn down below the ridge and she assumed that was where Emily lived. There weren’t any other homes within view and most were likely several acres away.

Had the little girl ventured out without anyone knowing? Did the mother really leave her here? Or was there something terribly wrong?

Katie didn’t want to move Emily yet until she knew for sure that everything was safe on the property.

“Cisco, you stay.”

The dog instinctively downed next to the little girl. Emily’s small arms wrapped around the dog’s neck as she snuggled up against him for warmth.

Katie looked around and felt that, secluded in between trees, they would be safe until she could quickly search the area. Reaching into her pocket, she made sure her cell phone had a strong signal—which it did.

“Good boy, Cisco. BleibWache…” She told Cisco to stay and guard the little girl. Her dog’s training words were in German, meaning stay and watch. Katie didn’t need to repeat herself because the dog knew what to do, but somehow it made her feel better. She hated leaving them alone, but it was the best way to proceed under the circumstances. By the time help arrived, it might be too late. She needed to report to dispatch exactly what was going on so that backup wasn’t blindly going into a potentially dangerous situation.

After taking one last look at Emily huddled with Cisco, Katie moved to the edge of the trail and began slowly making her way toward the backside of the house. She wondered how Emily got up the hill; there wasn’t dirt or mud on her gown.

Watching for any movement, Katie carefully stepped down the incline until she was on a walkway leading to the front of a modern farmhouse. There were unusual scrolled architectural details along the rooflines and windows that made it seem to be a custom build. Katie stopped and listened. The wind had died down and she felt the temperature had risen a few degrees from when she first began her run. Even though it was still cool, her skin was warm and clammy. Adrenalin was pumping, making her arms and legs strangely prickly and a bit shaky. She maintained her focus and continued to press forward. With her gun directed out in front of her, she kept moving, expecting anything.

There was a pickup truck and a minivan parked in the semicircle driveway, giving the impression that someone was home. The front of the farmhouse had a large porch with white wicker chairs and colorful pillows. There was a porch swing on one end and potted plants lined up side by side at the other. A cheerful welcome mat said, “Home Sweet Home.” A wind chime hung on the left side of the door and gently swayed a melody. There were several pairs of shoes carefully placed to the right side of the mat. By Katie’s quick assessment, there were two adults and three children that resided in the home.

The front door was wide open. Droplets of red spattered the porch and the entrance inside. Concentrated smudges were around the doorframe as if someone had tried to steady themselves.

“Hello?” she called out, watching her surroundings.

Nothing moved. No sound came from indoors. Katie’s senses were on hyper-alert. Everything seemed more vivid and louder than usual.

She cautiously stepped over the threshold and peered inside. The large open plan made it easy to see the living room, dining room, and kitchen in a quick scan. There were several photographs of the family—and she saw tiny Emily with an older boy and girl. Everything looked neat and orderly. That’s what made the bloody hammer lying in the middle of the floor so horrifying.

Katie stood surveying the room for a moment, taking a deep breath. It seemed that the bloody hammer had been dropped there. There were droplets of blood marking a path to the front door. There were no obvious signs of a struggle—no broken items, chairs overturned, or shelves spilled.

Katie turned and could see that the two main doors of the barn just across the open area were standing wide open. She wasn’t sure if it was instinct or fear that drove her, but she backed out of the house, careful not to disturb anything, and watchfully headed for the barn. Everything remained still and eerily quiet.

Katie kept to the sides of the barn and inched her way slowly to the opening. Her ears pounded. Her breathing shrank to shallow gasps. Staying low, she entered the building. It wasn’t a livestock barn, but rather a type of workshop and storage facility. Katie scanned the interior, taking everything in. Slowly lowering her weapon, she dropped to her knees in misery, only inches from the stagnant pools of blood on the ground in front of her. Barely registering what she saw, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the four bodies of a man, a woman, and a young boy and girl neatly lined up next to each other, still dressed in their pajamas.

About the Author:


Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today Best Selling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling.  

She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers. 

Her latest book is Count Their Graves.

Website & Social Media:

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Chapter One: Hollywood Underworld


 Title: Hollywood Underworld: A Hollywood Series
Author: Lindy S. Hudis
Publication Date: August 4, 2021
Pages: 203
Genre: Crime Thriller

First Chapter:

Dani Foxx sat at her computer in her small yet meticulous office on Ventura Boulevard diligently checking her day-planner. It was still early on this late-spring Friday morning, but the humid San Fernando Valley was already sticky and blistering-hot, a preview of the triple-digit summer sure to come. The air conditioner in her ship-shape Studio City office was running full blast, and the stack of papers, pictures and letters on her cluttered desk seemed to never get smaller. The temptation to procrastinate on Facebook and Twitter was overbearing, and she quickly closed them out. 

     “Gotta work today!” She murmured to herself as she began to get her space in order, taking advantage of some time alone. Dani was thirty-seven years old, and lived just a few miles to the north, off Coldwater Canyon near Magnolia, with her seventeen-year-old daughter, Dale, who attended Grant High School. She had started her talent management company from the ground up without any help from anybody, not unlike her life. She raised her daughter by herself, as well as running a household and business. She was smart, independent and subtly beautiful, with waist-length blonde hair and a figure as sexy and voluptuous as any starlet or supermodel. 

     Her ex-husband, a part-time actor and stand-up comedian, had abandoned the family when Dale was two.  Dani knew instinctively how to take care of herself and her child, and Dale’s father was long forgotten. Neither Dale nor Dani missed him, and they had made a wonderful and loving life for themselves. 

     Sighing, she checked her to-do list of meetings that day. She was to see several actors that morning, had phone calls and breakdowns in the afternoon, and she was running late due to an early-morning argument with her loving, yet typically rebellious teenage daughter. Barbara Thomas, one of the most powerful and respected casting directors in Hollywood, was currently casting a new feature film, and Dani was going to submit her best talent for the various roles. She was also seeking new clients, thus the many interviews she had scheduled for herself. Needless to say, this was going to be a busy day, and she was glad it was Friday, as a much needed and relaxing weekend was definitely in order. 

   Her office landline phone rang for the first time that morning, and Dani was swift to jump and answer it. 

   “Foxx Management.” She spoke professionally into the phone, while continuing to scan her computer screen. Her cell phone vibrated at that very moment, and she let her personal voice mail answer. Her life was a never-ending array of telephone rings, actor drop-ins and pulsating cell phones. However, the ambitious and hard-working Dani would not have it any other way.  

   “Hi Ms. Foxx, it’s Nick Savage. We met at the Actors Space Theater.” The cheery yet deep male voice said. 

   “Oh, hello Nick, of course I remember you. How could I forget your incredible performance in The Glass Menagerie?”

    “I certainly appreciate that, Ms. Foxx. I just wanted to confirm our appointment for this morning.”

    “Lemme check….” Dani clicked on the calendar icon at the top of her screen and skimmed the page when the document opened. “I see you have a ten-thirty with me.”

     “Yes, I do, and I am looking forward to meeting you again, Ms. Foxx.”

     “Likewise, Nick, and please call me Dani. Ms. Foxx is my mom.” Dani said with a friendly laugh. 

    “Okay Ms.…err, Dani. See you at ten-thirty. Is there anything you need me to bring? My demo reel? My new headshots? A Frappuccino from Starbucks?”

    “No thank you, Nick. Just bring yourself and we’ll work out the details of what you need later.”

     “Thank you, Dani. See you later.”

     “Great, see you then.” Dani smiled as the placed the phone back on the multi-line console. She remembered her acting and modeling days. She knew all too well the treachery and frustration of the entertainment business. The many pitfalls, vulnerabilities and precarious situations made life for the aspiring entertainer difficult, so Dani made it a point to be friendly, approachable and super protective of her clients. 

    She gingerly thumbed through the stack of actors' headshots and sorted them according to the order in which she was going to meet with them. Slurping her caramel latte, she eyed the pictures, one after the other. All of them beautiful, all of them with hopes and dreams in their flawless, white-toothed smiles. Nick Savage, the young man to whom she had briefly spoken on the phone less than a minute ago, was performing in a play that one of her clients was in. The Actors’ Space Theater Company in Burbank was bursting with phenomenal new talent, and she frequented there often with her faithful assistant, Doug.  However, this particular morning, Doug was running late, which was not unusual. The traffic in Los Angeles was becoming a joke, and one would have to leave home nearly two hours early to get to work on time. Friday mornings especially, it seemed, the freeways were like parking lots and everybody was always running late– which was why Dani, in her impeccably efficient manner, always made sure to live within a few miles of her office. 

    Shuffling through the stack, Nick’s headshot fell to the floor. She glanced down as she bent to pick it up. As she met so many actors and actresses, it was difficult for her to remember the names and faces, but she did recall meeting him. Dani studied his picture for a moment. His eyes shined with confidence, sex appeal and masculinity. She remembered his performance very well and thought he was talented and good-looking enough. Plus, he came highly recommended by her client, Jennifer Connors, who was also in the theater company. As with all actors’ headshots, his face seemed to speak to her, and they all seemed to have the same message. Hire me! Meet me! Love me!

    Her thoughts were interrupted as Doug, her exuberant assistant, burst into the room with a flourish. 

   “Oh my GOD, Dani! You will not believe the traffic on the 101 this morning!” Doug cried dramatically as he tossed his canvas tote bag onto his swivel chair in front of his chaotic desk. 

   “I know this, that’s why I live in Studio City and not West Hollywood, like you.” She grinned at her flamboyant, high-energy friend.

   “Well, we all have to live somewhere, right? But don’t you worry, you’ll always be my favorite valley girl!!” Dani giggled as he winked at her, approached the tiny kitchenette and washed out the coffee maker. “I need some high octane today, honey. I got zero sleep last night!”

   “Hot date?” Dani raised an eyebrow at him as he started to make coffee. 

   “Let me put it this way, Danielle, you know what they say about redheads.”

   “No, what do they say?”

   “That there is a fire down below. Trust me honey, whoever said that was NOT kidding.” Doug winked again as he filled the coffee maker with water and scooped the brown mixture inside. He felt comfortable with sharing intimate details of his life with her, as they were very close friends. Doug hoped to become a partner in her management firm one day, and Dani was encouraging Doug to find his own clients to gain some practical experience.

  “Well, I’m glad somebody’s sex life is full of excitement around here.” Dani scanned her e-mails and the various casting notices for the day: a new television pilot, a few independent films, and several commercials. 

  “Sweetheart, you just work too hard, that’s all.” Doug grinned at her knowingly as he poured the dark brown liquid into a mug with DIRECTOR printed across in gold ink. Dani couldn’t help but smile slightly and shake her head. Everybody wants to direct!

    “You’re right, as usual. I have no time for myself.” Dani took a sip of her caffeinated beverage as the constant, jarring ring of the office landline phone interrupted them. 

    “You just have to make time, girl!” Doug nodded as he was quick to answer the never-ending ringing phone. “Foxx Management.” He abruptly switched his tone from chiding to professional as he quickly sat down in the swivel chair and speedily thumbed through a stack of papers and scanned his computer monitor.  Another day at the office! thought Dani. 

    Her cell phone pulsated again, and she noticed Dale’s number on the screen.

    “Well, if it isn’t the fruit of my loins!  What’s up, kid?” 

    “Mom? Are you busy?” Dale’s voice was barely audible. She had the whiney, nonchalant tone of a typical teenager on a Friday morning who wanted to be anywhere else but in school. 

    “I always am. What’s up?” 

    “Can you come get me? I’m bored.” 

   “Yes, I’m sorry about this morning too, sweetheart…” Doug gasped in mock horror at the thick sarcasm in Dani’s voice. Dani waved him off as Doug answered the incessant phone without missing a beat.

   “Oh, right…. Yeah…. Sorry Mom, I….”

    “Are you at school?”

    “Yeah, but it’s a dumb class.” Dale sighed.

    “What class is it?”

    “Phys. Ed.” 

    “Are you skipping class now?”    

    “Yeah, the coach wants us to run laps around the gym. So stupid.” 

    “Dale, just give it a try, okay?”

    “I did Mom! You don’t get it.”

    “I get plenty, now get your butt to class.”

    “Excuse me Dani, but Barbara Thomas is on line three for you.” Doug interrupted politely but urgently – Barbara Thomas was not one you kept waiting.

    “Shit!” Dani was starting to lose her cool. “Okay, tell her I’ll be right there.”

    “Please Mom! What’s the big deal? It’s only gym.”

    “Dale, you’re going to get expelled if you keep this up!”

    “But Mom…”

    “Dale, you have to go, it’s part of the curriculum.”

    “A.J. is on line two.” Doug was growing more impatient.

    “Please tell him I’ll call him back.” Dani nodded over to Doug who went back on the line, but not without a playfully nasty look at her.

    “But Mom, it’s not fair that I…”

    “Fair?! What’re you, KIDDING me?! If life was fair, we wouldn’t need a Department of Justice, would we?”

    “What…?”

    “Exactly…Suck it up, buttercup, get back to the gym and sweat a little, it’ll do you good!”

    “But…”

    “I don’t have time for this.” Dani clicked off her cell phone and hastily picked up line three.    

     “This is Dani.” She announced professionally. 

     “Dani, darling. How have you been?” The throaty voice of the Hollywood legend herself was unmistakable. 

     “Great, Barbara. How are you?” Dani knew Barbara from her own acting and modeling days, and she was indeed a Los Angeles fixture. Barbara was a feisty, well-respected woman in her eighties and still going strong. She knew everybody and everything in town and had quite a reputation for being difficult and terse. She herself was a former starlet when the old Hollywood studio system was functioning and had been under contract with MGM and Warner Brothers. Rumor had it that she was a former lover of many a studio head. However, that rumor was never confirmed as nobody was brave - or stupid enough - to ask her. 

   “Oh, darling…. everything seems to happen at once. You know how it goes?”

   “When it rains, it pours, right Barbara?”

    “Absolutely, darling. I’m currently casting fifteen projects at the same time. It never stops.” 

     “Everybody in town knows that you have an eye for talent.”

    “That’s why I’ve been a casting director for over fifty years!” Barbara was never one to be modest.

    “Not a casting director, Barbara. The casting director!” Dani knew how to play the Hollywood game. Everybody’s egos were so fragile, so you heap on the praise. It was simply how it was done.

     “I love you, darling. You know exactly what to say.”

     “So, I’ve read the casting breakdown for The Love House.”

     “And what did you think?”

     “I think I have several clients who fit the bill. You know most of them. Solid, reliable.”

   “Any newbies?”

   “Could be, yes…I’m actually meeting a few prospective clients later today.”

   “Good. I’m sure you’ll find someone suitable; you’ve always had a good eye for fresh talent.”

  “Thanks, Barbara…” Dani laughed to herself - the old broad can dish out the schmooze too, well-played!

     “This town loves a good virgin once in a while, right…? About time for one now, maybe…” Barbara let the hint hover for a while. 

     “Could be, you never know…And who knows that better than you and I, right…?”

     The two women laughed reflectively and paused for a moment. They both had been fortunate enough to have a taste of ‘The Life’, emerging relatively unscathed and still on top of their game. But they also knew how quickly naive dreams and small-town hopes can be dashed by the vultures and thieves constantly circling over the land of glitter and make-believe. 

     “Right.” Barbara laughed briefly and politely, and then moved on quickly to the matter at hand. “I want to speak with you about the role of Linda.” Barbara became serious for a moment.  

    “Yes, sexy, beautiful and intelligent, with a wicked smile and sarcastic sense of humor.” Dani read the breakdown of the character.

   “A role you could easily play, darling.”

   “Not anymore, I quite prefer this side of things.” Dani laughed, taking the friendly compliment in stride. 

   “I wanted to know if your client Jennifer Connors was available. Is she still shooting that television series in Hawaii?”

   “No, she had a recurring role, but they killed her character off. She’s working on an indie film with Ross Mardsen now.”

“Ross Mardsen? Ugh.”

 “It’s a difficult set, but Jenn’s a pro.” Dani glanced up to see a uniformed delivery man at the door holding a large, pale-blue cardboard box. Doug grinned and leaped out of his seat to retrieve it.

    “Glad to hear it, darling. I’d like to see her for the role of Linda.”

    “I’m sure Jennifer would be glad to meet with you.” Dani checked her calendar. “She wraps next week; I’ll call her, and we’ll set something up.” Dani looked on as Doug opened the box. The aroma of pastries, donuts and muffins wafted through the air, causing Dani’s stomach to growl. Suddenly all her focus was on a maple bar.

   “I’d prefer to see her today, this afternoon, if that’s possible.” Barbara continued. Her tone was demanding yet endearing. You couldn’t help but like Barbara. 

   “Today? Uh…Sure, Uhmm…” Dani snapped her fingers, getting Doug’s attention. He checked his daybook and looked back at Dani with a thumbs up as he devoured one of the donuts seductively. “Actually, I think she’s on hold today, so no problem, what time is good for you?” Dani kept one eye on the box containing the delectable goodies, half listening to Barbara.

    “Three o’clock at my Beverly Hills office. I’ll have my assistant drop off the sides at your office.” 

   “Still not using e-mail, huh?!”

    “Oh God no, I hate those damn computers. Won’t have one in my office. I like doing things the old-fashioned way, it’s better for the soul.”

     “I guess you should know, Barbara.” Dani laughed and shook her head. She had always playfully teased her old friend who didn’t even have a cell phone. “Jennifer will be there. You want to see anyone else?”

   “Sure. Have some headshots and resumes ready and he’ll be over in about an hour.”

   “I’ll have them ready, Barbara.” Dani’s mouth watered as Doug placed a blueberry muffin, a chocolate frosted croissant and a delicious looking maple bar on a paper towel and placed them on her desk. She mouthed a ‘thank you’ as he returned to his desk and the incessantly ringing phone.

   “Then we’ll set up some more auditions.” 

   “Sounds good to me.”

   “Thank you, Dani.”

   “Thank YOU, Barbara. Please don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything else.” Dani stuffed a piece of muffin in her mouth as Doug handed her a message from A.J. Tarentella. He wanted her to call him back as soon as possible. 

   “You bet. Ciao for now!” Barbara hung up, leaving Dani with her treats. She attacked them as the phone continued to ring. 

   “Foxx Management.” Doug answered on the first ring, gulping down coffee. “Hi A.J., please hold.”  Doug turned his attention to the munching Dani. “It’s A.J. again. Should I tell him you’ll call him back?”

   “No, put him through.” Dani swallowed her food and took the phone.  “This is Dani.”

   “So, how do you like them?” A.J. spoke in low tones, his booming voice was intimidating and cold. However, Dani was not the least bit daunted by him. She knew his games and how to play them. 

   “Pardon me?”

   “The muffins. I had them delivered from Café Delicieux here in Beverly Hills.” A.J. sounded proud and amused.

   “Oh A.J., they’re amazing. Thank you so much. Doug and I are chowing down on them now. We really appreciate it.” 

    “I like doing nice things for you, babe.” His deep, male voice was harsh yet sweet, and Dani considered him one of her few close friends. A.J. Tarentella was dashing and charismatic. He was raised in a ruthless crime family. Being the son of a mob boss, he fought his way to the top with honor, loyalty and pride. He was now the proud owner of the Tarantella Agency, an immensely respected Private Investigation Company located in the heart of Beverly Hills. He used his father’s work ethic, connections and family ties to build his powerful business empire, and now he was always there to help those in need. He ingeniously cultivated and maintained a fragile balancing act between family loyalty and working with law enforcement. In his game, it paid to have powerful friends on both sides of the societal fence. A.J. could have easily taken his fortune and been frivolous with fancy vacations, cars and homes. Instead, he put all his money and energy into his trade. He sincerely cared about helping people, and that was a trait that Dani admired.

   “You know how much I love maple bars.” Dani exclaimed, chewing on the last bit of hers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Doug gulp down a chocolate glazed donut in one swallow.                        

“You are too kind.” A.J.’s smooth, velvety voice crooned through the phone line, giving Dani a bit of a shiver. The two of them were very close friends, but there was a sexual energy between them that could not be denied. Dani decided that she didn’t want to take the relationship any further, as she cherished her wonderful friendship with him. 

    “A.J., I have one-hundred and ten things to do this morning, and it’s not even nine o’clock.” Dani told him, as she noticed a sexy and curvaceous redhead peering through the window, looking lost. Dani checked the list of appointments for the day.

     “How about lunch?”

    “Sounds good Hun, I’ll call you at eleven.” Dani hung up before A.J. could answer as Doug was greeting the nervous looking, but beautiful young woman. They shook hands cordially as she grinned the typical, I’m-an-actress smile that Dani knew all too well. She herself used to get that look on her face when going to meetings and auditions.  Dani smiled warmly at her, as Doug approached her untidy desk. 

    “Dani, I’d like you to meet Duckie Buckly. She has a nine-thirty appointment with you this morning.” Doug amiably introduced them, as the young woman excitedly extended her hand to her.

    “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Foxx.” She said a little too eagerly. 

    “Please sit down, Duckie, and call me Dani.” She nodded professionally as she sat down in the swivel chair opposite her.  

    “Thank you, Dani.” Duckie continued to smile her ear-to-ear grin. “I didn’t mean to be this early, but I left myself plenty of time to get through all the traffic.”

     “That’s perfectly fine, better early than late. Interesting name you have there, Duckie.”

     “Yes, I changed it to make it sound more theatrical. My legal name is Mildred Schneller.”

Dani paused, considered both names and shrugged slightly. “Well, you know, potato, potah-to…”

“Excuse me, Miss…. Dani…?”

“Oh nothing, just showing my age!” Duckie giggled nervously, unsure how to react and a little embarrassed. Dani picked up on this and switched gears to put the girl at ease. 

     “I like Duckie Buckly, it’s very…catchy.”

     “Thanks, I like it too.” Duckie anxiously twisted back and forth in the swivel chair as Doug brought over the coffee pot, refilling Dani’s cup.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“No, thank you. Caffeine makes me nervous, more nervous than usual.” Duckie said with a laugh. She crossed her long legs and exhaled deeply.  

“I completely understand. However, if I don’t get my high octane, I’ll fall asleep at my desk, and I don’t think Dani would appreciate that.” Doug returned to his desk with a smile and a wink.

“Relax, it’s okay,” said Dani, reassuringly. “Would you like something else to drink? Some pastry? We just had a lovely box sent over.”

“No, thank you, I’m fine….”

“You sure?”

“Well, maybe some water…?”

“Of course.” Dani turned towards Doug who was already bringing over a bottle of water.

     “So, you’re signed with the Robby Round Agency commercially?” Dani scanned her resume. She had done plenty of live theater and commercials. She was referred to Dani by a client of hers who worked with her on a commercial shoot. Dani had seen Duckie in a national commercial for a diet soda and knew she could take this beauty to the next level.  Duckie was certainly something, very beautiful and sexy, but also had a sweet and innocent quality about her.    

     “Yes, I am, but not theatrically. I’m seeking representation for film and television.” Duckie took a deep breath and seemed to relax a little.     

“That’s fine. I could help you with that. You’ve got a fresh, natural quality about you, and I’m pretty sure once I put the word out, they’ll come running.” 

    “Sounds great to me.” Duckie smiled, running a perfectly manicured hand through her long, luxurious auburn hair 

“Jeffrey Donaldson wants you to call him as soon as possible. It’s about his live action project.” Doug approached and placed the pink message paper on Dani’s desk.   

“So, Jeffrey Donaldson called?” Duckie asked wide-eyed and impressed.

    “Yes, he’s actually a very new contact that I’m nurturing. I want to get my clients in to see him when he starts casting for his new feature.” Dani told her. Jeffrey Donaldson was the President and CEO of Lioness Studios, an old Hollywood institution that was founded in the 1950’s by a fading – yet visionary and daring – movie star from the “Golden Era of Hollywood”, Sasha McDonald. Over the years, the studio had become a powerful force in the industry but had fallen on hard times a few years back. Jeffrey had made his mark, and earned the respect of the Hollywood elite, by taking the washed-up studio and turning it into a powerhouse conglomerate with their enormously successful action franchise, Fire!      

    “Wow!” Duckie grinned, crossing her legs again.

    “Would you like to meet him?” Dani asked.

    “Yes, of course. Are they in production for the new sequel?”

    “They’re always doing something.”

    “Great.” 

    “Duckie, this is what I do for my clients. I can offer you a two-year contract with a six-month escape clause. If we both mutually feel this won’t work out, after six months we can terminate, and you’ll be free to explore other options.” Dani printed out a standard management contract and handed it to Duckie, who studied it. 

     “Okay, I see no problem with that.” Duckie looked closely at the printed paper. 

     “What I will do is work on getting you auditions and meetings. In the meantime, are you taking any classes?”

     “I take a scene study class with Brian Hodges twice a week.” Duckie answered.

    “Yes, I know Brian. He’s a great teacher. Do you work out with a personal trainer? I want you to stay fit and keep your figure.”    

“Of course, I work out every day at The Body Beautiful in Santa Monica.”

    “Oh, yes. I know that place. Ocean Avenue?”

    “Yes, that’s the one.”

     “Also, as your manager, I will be here to give you council and advice.” Dani told her knowingly.  Managers usually became mentors, mother figures, and a shoulder to cry on. That is why Dani kept her client list small, so she could be there for all of them.

    “I appreciate that, Dani.” Duckie crossed her legs a third time and leaned back in her chair. Dani made a mental note to speak with her about that, if she and Duckie did decide to work together. Perhaps an image consultant could help Duckie with her self-esteem and her nervy habits. They would not look professional at meetings and auditions. 

     “First word of advice for you, stop being so fidgety. I want to build up your confidence. You’re a beautiful young woman and there’s no need for you to be insecure.” Dani explained.

     “I understand.” Ducky looked at her intently, taking in every word. Dani could tell that she was ready to work hard, and not give her any attitude. Just the kind of client that Dani liked. 

     “Dani, John Gregory is on line two for you. Says it’s urgent.” Doug called over to her.

     “Thanks, Doug. Everything is urgent to John. Please tell him I’ll be with him in a minute.” Dani said, and then turned her attention back to Duckie. “Let me know what you think of my management contract, and if it’s to your liking we will have lunch next week and discuss the next step.” Dani smiled and offered Duckie her hand, which she shook with enthusiasm.

    “Thank you, Dani. I think this will work out great.” Duckie got up and gathered her things. 

    “Sorry, but I have to take this call.” Dani nodded and picked up the phone. 

    “Welcome aboard.” Doug grinned as he shook Duckie’s hand. “Dani’s great, and so are all of her clients. You’re gonna fit right in.”

    “Thanks, Doug. She’s really busy, that’s a good sign.”

    “Busy isn’t the word for this office, my dear! Crazy is more like it.” Doug gave her a knowing look as three phone lines rang at the same time. Doug rushed to answer them as Duckie strode self-assuredly out the door. 

     “John, let me tell you, this girl is absolutely gorgeous, and nice too. She’s like a big, sweet kid.” Dani was already selling Duckie to one of the top agents in town. John Gregory was a theatrical agent at the powerful and respected Independent Artists Agency, or as it was known the world over, I.A.A.

    “Has she signed with you?” John asked impatiently, always on the lookout for new talent and fresh faces, especially the attractive female kind. 

     “I offered her the contract literally ten minutes ago. She just walked out of our office. We’re going to be having lunch next week.”

    “May I join you?” John asked, interested in meeting the actress and seeing his friend, Dani, again. 

    “Of course, you may, John. We’re going to meet at Le Dome.”

   “Oh, no. I know a much better place. Everybody meets there. La Petit Four on Sunset Boulevard in West Hollywood. It’s an outdoor sidewalk café. Much better and way trendier than stuffy old Le Dome.”   

“I’ve heard of that place.”

   “Trust me, Dani, it is the place for lunch these days. Le Dome is way too ‘90’s.”

     “Well, you would know…” Dani gave a friendly laugh as she glanced over at the clock. She was surprised to see that it was already after ten. The day flew by when the office was hectic and that was one of the many reasons that she like being busy. Fifteen minutes seemed like fifteen seconds in this office. It was just like Dani wanted it to be.

    “Who else are you seeing today?” John asked.

     “I have a ten-thirty with a wonderful actor who I saw in a play. His name is Nick Savage. Do you know him?”

     “Nick Savage, hmmmm. Yes, the name rings a bell. I do believe I remember seeing him on an episode of Crimes in the Hills.”

    “Yes, that’s him. He has lots of television credits. Handsome and talented. I’ve gotta say Dani, you have some of the most professional and marketable talent in town.”

    “I do appreciate that, John. As a matter of fact, Nick should be walking in any minute. I have a meeting with him shortly. I’ll let you know how it goes, John.”

       “Great, call me later.” John clicked off as Doug answered the relentlessly ringing phone. Dani sighed, glanced at her watch and shrugged. It was ten-thirty already and her appointment was nowhere to be found. 

    “Is Nick Savage running late?” She asked over to Doug, who held up his palms.

    “I guess so, traffic is getting worse and worse around here.” Doug scribbled a message on a pink notepad and gulped more coffee. “But it is weird, Nick seemed like such a professional when we met him at the theater. He really wanted to meet you, too. I’m sure he’ll be walking through the door any minute with the latest L.A. freeway saga.” 

    “Of course.” Dani turned her attention back to her computer screen to double check the time her meeting with Nick Savage was. He even called to confirm. It was rare for an actor to behave unprofessionally and be late to appointments. Exhaling loudly, she glanced down at her watch again. Twenty minutes seem to have flown by. She picked up her phone to give Nick a call. Perhaps he was stuck in traffic or just running late. When she got his voice mail, she left a brief message then leaned back in her chair, a puzzled expression on her pretty face. Where was he?

***

     The man sat stoically in the dim room; eyes glued to the eerie, blue glow of the computer screen. He had been using his special browser, Invisible Web or IW as it was known in various circles, in order to access the forbidden and illicit websites that littered the ‘Dark Web’. The dark web contained a specific type of Internet content that was unknown and not accessible by traditional web search engines and regular folk. They wouldn’t want to view the torrid and despicable innards of that part of the World Wide Web anyway. It was a revolting creation that existed only on darknet, an overlay of networks which required precise software, configurations and authorization to access. One didn’t want to tread there lightly, as it was a dizzying array of illegal products ranging from cocaine, weapons and child pornography. The police and law enforcement were always hot on their trails but seemed to be a few steps behind the internet hackers. Many attempts have been made to monitor this unlawful activity, and a few people have gotten caught and gone to prison for their crimes. 

     The man was his employer’s ‘offspring’, basically the second-in-command of the whole criminal operation. Being that the man was incredible technically savvy, he created his own server, hosted the website on his own, and even created a legitimate business front to throw the police off their trial. The man used his talents as a ‘Doxxer’, and that is exactly who he was, a ‘Dark Web’ master. 

    The man’s employer ran one of these illegitimate websites, and the Doxxer was in charge of running it, selling products, and hiding from law enforcement. ‘Black Panties’ was the type of dark net marketplace one needed a cast iron stomach to even view. The products and services promoted on the various crypto markets were purchased with a secret type of currency, and the whole transactions were surreptitious and hush-hush.

   The main product that the man’s employer sold were people. Beautiful, sexy people, and they were all for sale to the highest bidder. There were many people in Los Angeles with money, lots of money, and money can buy anything. The man discovered one very harsh truth about the City Of Angels: There are a lot of sick and disturbed individuals with lots of cash and wealth.  After the years of sex and debauchery go by, the sadistic acts they need to get their thrills only escalate. That is exactly where the dark web came in. 

     People were bought and sold like pieces of prime steak. Some were aware of their situations, some were not. Many of these attractive young people simply disappeared, and many just slipped into the deep well of drugs and prostitution. There was certainly no shortage of young, pretty, naive and lonely people in Los Angeles. It was almost as easy as simply posting a ‘casting notice’ in one of the trade papers or on practically any actor’s website. There were quite literally way too many to count, and they all kept coming, all with stars in their eyes. All desperate and hungry.  Some went willingly, some had to be forced, and some were even injected with heroin to get them to comply. It didn’t matter to the customer; they just wanted the fresh pussy or dick. Some clients just wanted straight or kinky sex, others wanted to tie up the young man or woman and beat them to a bloody pulp. If the client was heavily into sadomasochism, as many of them were, then the poor, unfortunate soul could quite literally have anything cruel, humiliating and torturous happen to them. Some were never heard from again. None of it was any concern to the man’s boss, as it was all about acquiring money, no matter how twisted and bizarre the means. 

     Right now, the man had a job to do. The demand far outweighed the supply, and it was his duty to provide the high-class clientele with what they wanted. What the rich men wanted were virgins, fresh and pure teenage girls. The human trafficking industry was a powerful and sordid one, run by underground crime figures and the wealthy underworld.  One wouldn’t think that such a repugnant and harrowing business could exist, but it did.  The customers were quite discriminating in their tastes as well, and the owner of these said industries were quick to supply them with product. 

  At this time, they were running out of product, and the man was burdened with the business of acquiring more. Lots more.

About the Author


Lindy S. Hudis is an award winning filmmaker, author and actress. Lindy is a graduate of New York University, where she studied drama at Tisch School of the Arts. She also performed in a number of Off-Off Broadway theater productions while living in New York City.

She is the author of several titles, including her romance suspense novel, Weekends, her “Hollywood” story City of Toys, and her crime novel, Crashers. Her latest release, “Hollywood Underworld – A Hollywood Series” is the first installment of a crime, mystery series.

In addition, she has written several erotic short stories, including “The S&M Club”, “The Backstage Pass”, “Guitar God”, “The Guitarist”, and “The Mile High Club”.

Her short film “The Lesson”, which she wrote, produced and directed, has won numerous awards, including ‘Best Short Film’ at the Paris International Film Festival, The Beverly Hills Arthouse Film Festival and the San Fransisco International Film Festival.

She is also an actress, having appeared in the indie film Expressionism, the television daytime drama “Sunset Beach”, also “Married with Children” , “Beverly Hills 90210” and the feature film “Indecent Proposal” . She and her husband, Hollywood stuntman Stephen Hudis, have formed their own production company called Impact Motion Pictures, and have several projects and screenplays in development. She lives in California with her husband and two children.

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Chapter One: The First Girl: Detective Katie Scott Book 11 by Jennifer Chase

Title: The First Girl: Detective Katie Scott Book 11
Author: Jennifer Chase
Publication Date: December 19, 2023
Pages: 354
Genre: Crime Fiction/Thriller

The cold night breeze slams the barn door shut with a sickening crash. The girl curled in the corner wakes with a start. Her gold butterfly necklace catches the pale moonlight as she clutches it tight, thinking of her family. Will she ever escape? Or is this the last face she’ll ever see?

Detective Katie Scott stares in horror at what she and her service dog Cisco have discovered: seven shallow graves, the bodies of young women each wrapped carefully in a blanket and buried in makeshift coffins. Miles of abandoned farmland stretch out from the treeline behind her. Has Katie uncovered the horrifying graveyard of a monster who has been stealing Pine Valley’s daughters for years?

Katie quickly identifies one of the victims as Abigail Andrews, a beautiful young woman who disappeared fifteen years ago. Katie is heartbroken that she’ll have to tell Abigail’s mother her darling girl is gone.

When Katie is ambushed working late at the scene, fired upon by an unknown assailant, she knows she must be close to finding the killer. But the shooter vanishes into thin air. And when a new young woman is taken, dark haired and dark eyed like the others, Katie realizes her time is running out. Can she stay alive long enough to track down this twisted murderer before another young life is stolen too soon?

“Fast paced, characters intelligent and had each others back. The plot was a bit harrowing, but from what plot entailed I was confident one of the main protagonists, Katie had the situation under control. At least the best of her capabilities as the situation warranted. This ebook was fresh, tasteful and powerful. It was a boon to read about a female with military experience who maintained a level head and who put her knowledge to practice.” ~Amazon 

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 Chapter One:

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER

Tuesday 0945 hours

Detective Katie Scott drove with purpose as she steered the police sedan. She merged onto a country road off the main highway leading out of the Pine Valley area to meet with the family of a missing cold-case victim, Abigail Andrews. She glanced at her partner, Detective Sean McGaven, and smiled as he busily scoured his tablet looking for more information surrounding the case. She loved the way he was so thorough before they talked to anyone.

The landscape quickly changed to the dense forest that Pine Valley was known for. The morning was overcast with clouds obscuring the sun and a blustery wind blew. The view began to darken as they weaved along the country road where in addition to the dreary weather the tall pine trees acted as a giant canopy. The automatic headlights switched on, casting shadows among the dense trees.

“Anything?” Katie asked McGaven.

“Nothing new,” said McGaven. “Hopefully, Mrs. Andrews will be able to give us more insight into the time her daughter disappeared. Maybe she’s remembered something.”

Katie had read the missing person’s report several times. It wasn’t as detail-oriented as she would have liked, but there was the basic information and leads had been followed up. Apparently, Abigail had left her house with her dog and said she was going to see a friend. It was unclear where she went or who the friend was until her car had been found a week later parked in a rural area.

Katie couldn’t get Abigail’s face out of her mind. The photo in the file showed a beautiful young woman with long dark hair and dark eyes. Her smile was slight and there seemed to be a sadness about her.

“The file said that Abigail was falling in with some bad influences. Like substance use?” Katie asked.

“Yeah, but the two friends considered the bad influences were ruled out when the original investigation began.”

“Still,” she said, “there may be other friends her family didn’t know about and she was going to meet up with them. And people are more likely to talk about things when enough time has passed.”

“True. We’ll see if we can track them down. If they kept doing bad things, they might not be around anymore either.”

Katie frowned. “We need to check out where her car was found and triangulate the area to see what pops.”

“Don’t worry, we will. A little bit longer isn’t going to make any difference.” He smiled at his determined partner. “Wait,” said McGaven. He turned up the scanner to hear the dispatcher. They usually had it turned down or off because they weren’t on patrol.

“Motorist reported a woman on the south side of the Pine Valley Bridge. Appears to be a jumper,” said dispatch.

“We’re close,” said Katie.

“Dispatch, this is Detective McGaven and I’m less than three minutes from that location. We’re on our way. Request assistance.”

“Ten-four. Backup on the way.”

Katie pressed the accelerator harder, and they headed for the bridge. “Maybe a kid or a prank.”

“Maybe, but we can’t take any chances.” McGaven’s face was solemn as he watched the road in anticipation.

As they jetted around the sharp turns in between the thick tree line, the sky seemed to lighten up ahead. They were just seconds from the historical Pine Valley Bridge, which connected Sequoia and Pine Valley counties. The bridge was sturdy, constructed with concrete supports with large rocks anchoring it, not like a county passing. It was almost a hundred years old but had been renovated twice. The bridge traffic was generally light, so they were lucky the concerned motorist had been passing at the time.

“We’re almost there,” Katie said.

“There,” said McGaven.

They could see a woman standing on the bridge on the left side—she was still, with her arms at her sides and her head looking straight ahead. She wore a pale yellow, full-length dress and had long dark hair loose and blowing behind her. The breeze rumpled the dress. She was barefoot, her shoes lying on the ground neatly placed next to each other. She looked more like a subject in an expressionist painting than a woman in distress.

Katie pulled to the side of the road just before the bridge entrance. “I don’t want to spook her,” she said as she cut the engine.

“How do you want to proceed?”

She eyed her partner and decided it was best for her to confront the woman—McGaven was tall—over six-foot, six-inches—and might seem intimidating.

Both detectives got out of the car.

“Keep your cell on after my call so I can hear the conversation,” McGaven said as he called his partner’s phone.

Katie nodded, answering the call and keeping it open. She carried it in her jacket pocket. “Can you hear me?” she said.

“Yep.”

“How long before backup arrives?”

“They said about fifteen or eighteen minutes. Hurry,” he stressed, feeling his partner’s concerns and hoping for the best. “I’ll see if I can get a unit to stop any traffic from the other side.”

Katie gave McGaven a quick look before she turned and faced the bridge. The woman was still standing on the ledge and seemed to be unaware of their presence. Dread filled Katie. She had never been a crisis negotiator, but they couldn’t wait for backup. They needed to get this woman off the bridge in order to obtain the help she obviously so desperately needed.

Katie felt her pulse quicken as she walked toward the woman. The closer she got, the more she realized that the woman was young, about her age. It struck a chord with her. She remembered what it was like for her when she received the news that her parents had died in a car accident. We are all faced with tragedies at some point in our lives, but sometimes people don’t know how to reach out. Maybe this was the case for this young woman.

As Katie neared, she saw that the woman’s legs were shaking, and her toes gripped the edge of the bridge. Katie kept her distance. Not quite knowing what to do or say, she said, “I’m Katie. What’s your name?”

The woman didn’t move or respond.

Katie could hear the water rushing from below.

“I’m a detective with the Pine Valley Sheriff’s Department.” Katie thought she sounded lame, but she wanted to try to build trust by telling the woman the truth and giving her support. “My partner and I were on our way to interview someone.” Katie took a deep breath. “Can you tell me your name?”

For the first time, the woman turned her head toward Katie. Her light-colored eyes were puffy, obviously from crying.

“I’m here to listen. Why don’t you come down and we can talk?”

“You’re a cop,” said the woman.

“Yes.”

“You’ll just arrest me.” Her voice lowered to barely a whisper.

“No, I won’t. I’m here to help you.” She paused a moment, not quite knowing what to say. “Is there someone I can call for you?”

The woman shook her head.

“Do you live around here?”

She nodded.

“Is it far?” Katie didn’t see any car or a way the woman had come to the bridge.

The woman turned her attention back to the deep ravine, ignoring Katie’s question.

Katie took two steps closer.

“It’s best you leave,” said the woman. Her voice was calm and even now.

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“I’ve sworn to protect this community—protect all citizens and to obey the law.”

“Just walk away.” Her voice began to crack. “Please…”

“I can’t do that,” said Katie and she took another step forward. “What’s your name?” She glanced behind her to see that McGaven had moved closer to the bridge. “Please tell me your name.”

“Lara.”

Katie was relieved. “Lara… I’m Katie. Why don’t you come down and talk? I will do everything I can to help you…”

“No one can help.”

“Lara, I’m here to listen.”

The woman began to cry.

“It’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out—together.” Katie took another couple of steps.

“No…”

“Lara, please come down so we can talk.”

“I can’t…”

Katie estimated her distance and how fast she could grab Lara to take her down safely. She had to do something to disarm the escalating situation.

Lara leaned slightly forward and almost lost her balance.

Katie, with quick thinking and fast reflexes, took the opportunity and lunged toward Lara, grabbing her around the waist and pulling both of them safely to the ground.

Instead of Lara fighting her, the woman broke down and cried. Katie sat with her, comforting her until she stopped.

McGaven had run down the bridge to meet them. “You okay?” he managed to say, breathless.

“Yes, we’re fine.” Katie helped Lara up, still holding her.

McGaven stopped and stared in disbelief. “Lara?” he said. “I can’t believe… it’s…”

Katie watched her partner’s reaction, intrigued by his response.

Slowly the woman turned her gaze and looked at McGaven, glancing at his badge and gun. She seemed to search his face for a few moments. “Sean?” she said.

“It is you, Lara,” he said.

Katie watched the recognition spark in their eyes. “You know each other?” What a surprise.

“Uh, yeah,” said McGaven gathering his thoughts. “We grew up together. I haven’t seen Lara in years. I thought you’d moved away a long time ago.”

Lara suddenly moved toward McGaven and hugged him tightly. “Please, Sean… please help me.”

About the Author:


Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today Best Selling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling. Her latest book is The First Girl.

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Chapter One: Her Dying Kiss by Jennifer Chase

 

Her Dying Kiss: Detective Katie Scott Book 10
Jennifer Chase
370 pp.
Crime Thriller

She wakes to the dawn light streaming through the window and rolls over to whisper good morning to her fiancé. But panic floods her veins. His side of the bed is empty and cold. Blood trails towards the open door. All trace of him is gone…

It’s been one month since Detective Katie Scott’s fiancé, Chad, went missing without a trace. Devastated Katie is still working tirelessly day and night to track down the love of her life, barely sleeping and chasing every new lead. But now the case has gone cold.

When the body of beautiful Gina Hartfield is discovered among the pine needles in a clearing on Lookout Ridge, Katie swallows her own pain and knows she must focus on finding Gina’s killer. The young woman was found with a pink velvet blindfold shading the hollows where her eyes had been removed. Katie is certain she is chasing a sadistic individual who will soon take another life…

But the autopsy reveals Gina’s body was washed before being abandoned, leaving no trace of evidence behind. And with no witnesses to Gina’s disappearance, the women of Pine Valley are terrified to go out alone.

Desperately combing the crime scene, when Katie sees a newspaper article about her previous cases pinned to a nearby tree, she is certain Gina’s murder is personal. Then tire tracks found in the forest are matched to a truck seen following Chad in the days leading up to his disappearance. Katie’s blood runs cold.

Is there a link between Chad’s disappearance and Gina’s brutal murder, or is the killer playing a twisted game with Katie? Can she find out the truth before they take another life?

Here’s what critics are saying about Her Dying Kiss!

“I couldn’t put it down… action-packed with excellent plot twists… I had no idea what was coming next… so gripped with many twists and turns.” Goodreads reviewer

“Excellent, nail-biting thriller with a plot that’s had me enthralled from page one… I’ve been gripped through each twist and turn… jaw-dropping and totally unexpected… brilliant.” NetGalley reviewer

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 First Chapter:

Chapter One

One Month Later

Tuesday 1130 hours

There was a dead body, which was the focus of the synchronized police search. A deceased woman had been found by the utility company during their routine check and maintenance of the meters along the roadway. The body was efficiently wrapped in a large piece of dark brown burlap that had been rolled several times leaving only her head exposed. If not looking closely you would misinterpret the body dump for some type of discarded rug.

The victim was a brunette woman with long, perfectly combed hair with the strands resting on the burlap. At first, it seemed she was relaxed and had merely gone to sleep when, in fact, there were pink velvet pieces of fabric covering her eyes, as if shading her view of something.

John Blackburn, Pine Valley Sheriff’s Department’s forensic supervisor, kneeled down and carefully lifted one of the pieces of velvet, revealing the dark empty socket the eyeball had once occupied. The eye had been cleanly detached. It gave the body a more macabre appearance than the usual fixed eye stares of the dead.

John’s face was deeply sad and his mouth was turned down as he prepared to take a few more photos to document the scene before the medical examiner’s office took possession.

He carefully circled the body, taking the appropriate photographs—overall, medium range, then close-up—before collecting any evidence he could find. The young woman looked to be resting as the late afternoon sunshine cast down on her face. Her complexion, pale and ashen, appeared to be scrubbed clean, giving her a waxy doll-like exterior. There were no evident signs of makeup, dirt or blood on her face.

The south district area of Pine Valley was known for several warehouses that had been empty now for more than six months after a manufacturing company had vacated to a newer and more modern facility in an adjacent town. The front area to the one where the body had been found was overgrown, the weeds a few feet tall and garbage strewn around from where it had fallen out of an overturned, rusted-out dumpster. The dreary grey building looked more like emergency bunkers from a long time ago than a plant that had recently manufactured automotive parts.

Parked along the cracked driveway leading to the loading docks were several police cruisers, county vehicles and the forensic van. The main area of interest was near one of the loading bays. There were numerous cones and flags around, marking various pieces of evidence for photography documentation. The emergency personnel monitored the area and were conducting grid searches and making sure that no one was in or around the area that wasn’t supposed to be there, in addition to searching for more potential evidence. Everyone moved with precision and unity for the common goal of maintaining the crime scene.

“What do you think, John?” asked Detective McGaven. His towering height made him noticeable from a distance. His badge and gun were attached to his belt. “Is it the same as the other at Lookout Ridge?”

John walked up to the detective and nodded slowly. “We won’t know for sure until the body is unrolled and examined under controlled conditions, and I can run some tests… but, the signature appears to be similar if not the same, with the removed eyes.”

McGaven scratched his head, still observing the latest victim. His thoughts returned to his partner, Detective Katie Scott, and how he wished she were there examining the crime scene. Her perspective, instincts, and experience over the past year and half had been more than exemplary—her methods sometimes bordering on unorthodox, but always getting results. He had left several messages for her in hopes that she would open communications and ultimately return to work. His expression was solemn. It was as if a part of him was missing without her. He wanted to go to her house, but respected her need for privacy at this difficult time.

“Wish Katie was here?” said John watching the detective closely.

McGaven looked at the forensic supervisor and nodded. “How’d you know?”

“I feel it too. It seems strange not having her here.” He gazed around the area as if he expected to see Katie appear.

“Anything new with this scene?”

John shook his head. “Not that I can see right now. But we’ll know more soon.”

McGaven was disappointed, but knew that John would do everything he could to find any evidence. The last thing the detective wanted was for these homicides to go cold. He turned away and saw Detective Hamilton speaking with the utility workers. It wasn’t his optimum partnership, but he respected the detective and would overlook personality differences to make it work. “Thanks, John,” he said as he walked away, moving carefully around the area, looking for possible entrances and exit locations of the killer.

A young blonde woman with short hair was bent over taking a tire impression with a type of dental stone, waiting for it to harden. She looked up when McGaven approached. “Hi, Detective,” she said and smiled.

“How’s it going, Eva?”

“Good. This is my third impression. Two were consistent to each other and this one is different and definitely older. It’s probably not the killer’s, but John said we needed to be thorough.”

McGaven nodded. “I agree. If this crime scene is connected to the other one at Lookout Ridge, then we need the evidence to tie them together.”

“Ten-four,” she said and continued her task.

McGaven saw that Hamilton was speaking with the officers first on the scene so he took the opportunity to check out around the building. Everything was extremely overgrown, looking more as though it had been abandoned for years, not months. The weeds were extremely tall and had folded over due to their height and weight. There was an area where pallets, recyclable materials, and miscellaneous pieces of metal equipment had been stacked in the deserted area.

Still walking carefully, he was trying not to step on something potentially hazardous or possibly evidence-oriented. The further he walked the quieter it became—the voices around the crime scene seemed to settle to a low hum as he studied the back area. The sun was high and beat down on him making perspiration trickle down his back. He kept walking, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. He thought about what Katie would do—he had been with her at many crime scenes and knew she would try to get a sense of the area, to look for places where the killer might have been.

The back of the building looked much like the front except more weather-beaten. The grey paint faded in areas and the windows on the second floor were dirty with some broken out. He observed the inconsistencies of the exterior of the building. Even though there wasn’t any graffiti to deface the area, the elements had caused rough and weathered places resembling an industrial mosaic appearance.

As he perused the area, he noticed a trail where weeds had been trampled, not by animals, but by something bigger. A person. Stopping in his tracks, he systematically scanned the area. There were no other signs indicating disruption to the weeds, so he cautiously moved forward. He spotted some paper or a piece of garbage rolled up tightly and wedged into the crevice of an exterior vent. It could have been easily missed or even dismissed, but something in McGaven’s gut made him take notice. He was going to alert John and Eva in order to have them search and document the area, but his instinct drove him to verify the origins of the paper first after quickly taking a photo of it with his cell phone.

Taking two more steps to meet up with the wall, he retrieved his gloves and slipped them on, and then carefully touched the paper. Leaning in, McGaven noticed that it appeared to be consistent to ordinary computer paper that had something printed on it. It wasn’t weathered and the printing was dark and readable. In fact, the paper appeared to be recent.

McGaven gently unrolled the paper. The condition and edges were as if it had been placed recently – there were no folds or fragile areas. As he continued to unroll it, he saw it was an article most likely printed from the internet. To his shock, the title read: Pine Valley Detectives Solve Three Murders in Coldwater Creek.

McGaven took a step back—his senses were now heightened as he glanced around, surmising that the killer had placed this article for them to find.

Why?

Was it the killer’s calling card? Was he taunting the police?

Was there another article hidden at the previous crime scene at Lookout Ridge they had missed?

The article concerned the last case that he and Katie had worked in a neighboring town. All the details flowed through his mind. It had been tough and dangerous. He carefully replaced the paper where he had found it and hurried to alert John.

About the Author

Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today Best Selling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master’s degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling.

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Title: SILENT LITTLE ANGELS: DETECTIVE KATIE SCOTT BOOK 7

Author: Jennifer Chase

Publisher: Bookouture

Pages: 402

Genre: Crime Thriller

The water ripples as the girl’s body escapes the reeds and floats silently upwards. Her beautiful face—blue eyes frozen open, skin as white as snow—breaks the surface. But it’s too late, this innocent soul has taken her final breath…

When camp counselor Carolyn Sable’s body is found floating in a lake beside Eagle Ridge Summer Camp, Detective Katie Scott must dig deep to stay focused. As a child, Katie spent many happy weeks at that camp toasting marshmallows on the fire with her best friend Jenny… until the day Jenny disappeared. The loss will always haunt Katie, but Carolyn’s inconsolable family need answers.

Searching the area, the devastating discovery of two more bodies sends the case into a tailspin. Suddenly on the hunt for a serial killer, Katie’s blood turns to ice when she finds newspaper clippings about her own past cases planted near one of the bodies. Was this twisted killer banking on Katie taking the lead? And why?

Carolyn was adored by children and staff at the camp, so Katie thinks her sudden resignation is key to cracking the case. Uncovering a tragic accident involving a group of children in the weeks before Carolyn left, Katie knows she’s getting close.

But when the carefully laid trap Katie sets to catch Carolyn’s killer backfires, Katie finds herself in unthinkable danger and unable to even trust her own team. Can she stay alive long enough to crack the toughest case of her career, and how many more innocent lives will be lost before she does?

An absolutely unputdownable crime thriller from a USA Today and Amazon bestselling author. Fans of of Lisa Regan, Rachel Caine and Melinda Leigh will be sleeping with the lights on!

Everyone is talking about Silent Little Angels:

I still have goosebumps! Omg......... amazing…I flew through the pages with Olympic speed. I was hooked from the very first page.” NetGalley reviewer, 5 stars

One hell of an unpredictable rollercoaster ride with several twists and turns along the way… I almost had to read through my fingers… A brilliant, and highly recommended read.” Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars

“It kept me guessing right until the end. There is plenty of action, suspense, and tension. I've become so invested in these characters. I was glued to this one and up way past my bedtime. I couldn't put it down.” Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars

“I read this in one very short sitting, I couldn’t put it down. It was well written with well-developed characters and a gripping storyline that was full of mystery, tension and twists… a thrilling read.” NetGalley reviewer

All-time favoriteI was shouting in my head, don't go back therewow!” I Spooky's Maze Of Books, 5 stars

THERE WAS NO WAY I WAS PUTTING THIS BOOK DOWN!!!!!… I was literally holding my breathI HAD TO KNOW!!!!! As for the explosive ending: WOW definitely not what, or who I was expecting.” Goodreads reviewer, 5 stars

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Release Date: April 19 2022

Publisher:  Bookouture

Soft Cover: ISBN: 978-1803142319; 402 pages; $11.99; E-Book, $3.99; FREE Audiobook with Audible Trial; eBook FREE with Kindle Unlimited Membership

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Chapter One

1

Tuesday 0930 hours

The luxurious dark-gray sedan crept along the rural road that led up to where Eagle Ridge Camp was nestled in the beautiful, wooded hills of Sequoia County, California. In places along the track, large pine tree branches arched downward creating makeshift tunnels. As the car climbed, the views of the rolling hills and the picturesque town of Pine Valley became even more spectacular.

William and Jane Faulkner grew increasingly uncomfortable the closer they approached the property. They watched from the car as the beautiful forestry hills turned into a heavily wooded area that was almost impassable. The attraction of the potential investment property seemed to become less valuable the closer they got to Eagle Ridge Camp.

Mr. Faulkner glanced at the real estate agent Daniel Green, who had been highly recommended, and watched him grip the steering wheel tighter as he navigated around road hazards. He turned to the backseat and observed his wife as she strummed her long, polished nails on the door handle: sour expression with a downturned mouth. It was clear that she was not happy about being dragged this far out of town. He had second thoughts too.

“We’re just about there,” Daniel said, forcing a smile.

“The road is… barely passable,” said Mr. Faulkner. He gripped the handle of the door to steady himself.

“It’s nothing that couldn’t be easily cleared in a few hours with some bulldozers. It would be a cinch to clear the heavy brush—maybe remove a tree or two. The road itself is in pretty good condition, so it wouldn’t be difficult to scrape and level with a good construction company. There’s also another utility road that comes into the property from the other side. But…” he continued, mustering some zeal, “this road gives you the best view of the most beautiful fifty acres in the county. It’s an amazing investment opportunity.”

The couple stared silently out the windows—seemingly not convinced.

Daniel pushed the high-performance car up the last incline to where the land then leveled out and opened into spectacular views of stunning meadows and groupings of trees.

“Wow,” Mr. Faulkner said under his breath. Finally, he could see past the overgrowth and grasp the potential. “This is amazing. And thank you for making time for us today. We’re on a flight to France tomorrow.”

His wife leaned forward to get a better look through the windshield. Her face softened in wonder as she gazed at the rolling countryside unfolding around them.

Daniel pulled to the left and parked. “You ready for a bit of a walk? You brought your hiking shoes, right?”

The couple nodded.

“Great,” he replied and opened the car door while the couple changed their shoes.

He checked his pockets to make sure he had the keys that opened the main buildings. Filled with nervous energy, he jingled his own car keys against them as he paced in front of the car, surveying the area.

The pines arched and swayed around them in the breeze, blowing their sweet scent through the air. Daniel turned to look down the valley at the various towns he could see in the distance: pretty as a postcard. Fresh air, birds fluttering in the trees, and the warmth of the gentle rays of sun upon his face.

Mr. and Mrs. Faulkner emerged from the car and slowly closed the doors.

“How about we check out the main buildings and then have a look at the lake?” Daniel said.

“Sounds good,” Mr. Faulkner said, still surveying the area. “So, how long has this camp been closed? It’s been on the market, for what, almost two years?”

They began walking along a narrow trail. Before them were some large buildings, clustered around the main clearing, the gentle rolling hills visible behind them. Weeds crunched underneath their shoes as they weaved along the unkempt path.

“It closed about five years ago,” said Daniel.

“I see.”

“We’ve had several interested parties, but something always went wrong with the escrow. Investors pulled out. Money didn’t get transferred. Things like that. We’ve even had a foreign investor wanting to turn it into a family theme park for a while now, but it’s moving slowly.”

As they walked around the area, Mr. Faulkner felt his enthusiasm grow. He glanced at his wife, and she, too, smiled and raised her eyebrows in growing expectation.

Daniel made an abrupt left turn on the path and began to move downward. The trees clustered closely again around them, before the huge trunks opened into another serene clearing surrounded by gently rolling hills. “This is the south end of Echo Valley, where the lake begins.”

“Echo Valley?” Mrs. Faulkner asked.

Hello, hello,” he called out, letting his voice resonate around them before fading away.

All three of them stood for a moment and listened. The calmness and beauty of the area was worth a moment of silence.

“C’mon. You’re in for a real treat,” Daniel said. He quickened his pace around two large trees. An enormous lake glistened before them, surrounded by the hills. There was not a ripple across the surface, and the reflections of the nearby trees, grasses, and the partly cloudy sky were cast back at them like a visual echo. Just to Daniel’s left, a little boathouse and wharf sat at the lake’s edge.

“I told you,” said Daniel. “This is only one of many amazing views on the plot. Can you imagine taking a kayak out at sunset? Or building a dream house here? Just breathtaking.” He paused and took a gentle deep breath.

The Faulkners walked over to the dock to get a closer look at the birds swooping and diving around the lake. Daniel followed silently behind them, as the weathered boards creaked gently underfoot.

A soft bumping sound could be heard from within the boathouse at the end of the jetty, and curious, Daniel took a detour to take a quick look. He pushed open the door, which hung cockeyed off its hinges. They gave way with a prickling screech. Inside was revealed a long wooden deck along with several well-worn hooks, used to secure canoes and kayaks.

Hearing the couple behind him, he called out, “Watch your footing, one of the planks is missing.”

The couple followed him inside.

Mr. Faulkner looked closely at the structure. He wondered how much it would cost to build a proper boathouse. He saw Daniel looking down into the water at something dark, something that bumped against the underneath side of the deck with the lapping of the wavelets created from the mountain breeze.

“What is that?” asked Mr. Faulkner, straining to see.

Mr. Faulkner watched Daniel awkwardly kneel down to grasp the end of a piece of rope that was floating nearby. It appeared to be clean and new, totally out of place in a boathouse that had been abandoned for years. The agent pulled at it until there was a resistance.

The dark mass came closer into view with every tug of the rope. As it broke the surface, it rolled to one side and, to Mr. Faulkner’s horror, they stared at a woman’s face; dark eyes fixed open, skin opaque and shiny like artificial rubber. Brown hair swirled in the water around her pale cheeks, framing her face.

Daniel gasped.

“What?” said Mr. Faulkner, not believing what he was actually seeing.

“It’s…” Daniel couldn’t form the words. “She’s…”

“What?” demanded Mrs. Faulkner before leaning in for a closer look. There was a pause before she registered the face staring back at her, screamed, and then ran from the boathouse, her hurried footsteps crashing through the valley path.

“What the hell. Is she dead…?” Mr. Faulkner whispered over Daniel’s shoulder.

Daniel leaned forward. His eyes locked on the dead woman’s gaze.

Mr. Faulkner had never seen a dead body before. Sucking in a breath, he watched Daniel pull at the rope once again, dragging the woman’s body closer. Her torso, oversized from bloat, rolled over so her face was forced downward with one arm out to her side. The other arm was… missing. He could see that she was dressed in dark pants and a light short-sleeved shirt. Shoes missing, her feet ballooned and, cartoon-like, floated on the surface.

“Call the police,” Daniel whispered to Mr. Faulkner without looking back at him.

About the Author

Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today BestSelling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master's degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling.  She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers.

Her latest book is the crime thriller, Silent Little Angels.

You can visit her website at www.AuthorJenniferChase.com or connect with her on Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads.