Sunday, December 29, 2013

Excerpt from What The Thunder Said

From Part One: In The Mountains, There You Feel Free...

Wermut was nowhere to be found. 
Rather, it was almost as though Wermut never existed. When Sergeant Stone spoke with the people at the Shiner Casino, they all swore up and down that they never saw an amber-eyed woman sharing Wermut’s description. 
Since tracking down the dealer turned out to be a lost cause, Stone sought out her fellow players at the poker table. She saw the boy leave an hour ago, and the married couple left during a heated argument shortly after. 
Eventually, she bumped into the old man in the bowler hat, using his winnings from their card game at the slots. 
“I’m telling you, our dealer was a Brazilian dwarf, not some amber-eyed woman. And it was definitely a man... Are you sure you’re not on some fuses? You smell a little funny to me.” Not once did he avert his attention from the slots, pulling the lever repeatedly. 

Saturday, December 28, 2013


From Chapter Twenty-three: Good Morning, Nevada!
Tejinder Wakeman had given up on the prospect of being a morning person, when his prime hours reeled through the night. Aiden must have known this as well...
Which was why Tejinder had found it weird to wake up that evening to a knock at the door downstairs. When the knocking stopped, he flopped over the sheets and attempted to fall back asleep.
Then the knocking started again. Louder. Tejinder groaned, tired and hungover, and threw a pillow over his head. This did not stop the knocking, which turned into a relentless pounding at his door. The hostile presence in itself left Tejinder wishing he could call the cops.
He realized that the only guy he could call now was the cops... kind of. But he also didn’t feel like dialing Aiden. If this just happened to be one of the food services he might have ordered in his sleep (in which case this wouldn’t be the first time), it would have been embarrassing.
“All right...” Tejinder yawned. He grabbed for his sunglasses by the nightstand and rolled out of bed. His bare feet weaved around the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs; remnants of a drunken tantrum earlier that morning. At this point he couldn’t differentiate the hammering pain from the door to the hangover, or both. “All right, cut it out! I’m unlocking the damn door. Just so you know, I have a shotgun.”
Someone stood at the door Tejinder just swung open.
“So do I.”