Tangled Suspects
Author
Tayler Marie Brooks
Tayler enjoys reading, playing piano (even though she isn’t very good), and crafting. She is a first-place award-winning photographer in the Mountain Laurel Magazine. She has published several poems and photos in various books. She graduated from North Greenville University with a Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice & Legal Studies. She lives in South Carolina.
Description
Murdered in Cold Blood…. For his inheritance…. Or to keep something hidden…. He could’ve been warned, but that person is buried and dead…. Martin Trescott was brutally murdered. With an endless supply of money and dark and cold secrets, the list of suspects is unlimited. Brandon Caldwell teams up with Kennedy Biscoe to untangle the chaos. But unraveling the mystery proves to be even more complicated than first expected. Martin’s enemies will do anything to keep their corruption buried and are preparing for drastic events that just might change the world forever. Then, it seems like someone is targeting Brandon and Kennedy. With life on the line, can they discover how Martin links into all of this before time runs out? Or will they be silenced first?
Book excerpt
The killer guest patted his front pants pocket. The pocket contained a pocket knife and some fishing line. The other pocket held a plastic zipper bag of gloves. No one would even suspect foul play until it was far too late. The killer guest had killed before. Killing was easy. The hard part was the body. But the killer guest wasn’t afraid of that. He always left the body at the scene. The right amount of planning and the result is yet another perfect crime. Martin Trescott had ruined the guest’s life. For that, he would pay the ultimate price. This would be the killer guest’s most exciting kill. The revenge would be so very sweet because it had been waited for for too long. The killer guest looked at the watch on his wrist. 9:00 p.m. Perfect. The killer guest could mingle for an hour, take care of Martin at 10, clean up, and mingle some more until 11:30. Then, leave. Perfect. Precise. And always too easy. The grand room was filled with guests. Why these boring people wanted to stand around in suits all night was beyond the killer guest. Even the women were required to wear suits for this event. Normally, Martin’s parties were regular social events. This one, however, was a political event. A complete waste of Martin’s time since he wouldn’t be a political candidate now. The killer guest took another peek at the time. 9:55. Finally. The time had come. The killer guest excused himself from the dull company and fetched two glasses of fruit punch. Then, the killer guest dumped a pack of the secret ingredient into one. He made his way to the back of the house and checked to make sure the stairs were empty. These stairs were only supposed to be utilized by the servants. Once assuring himself it was safe, the killer guest soundlessly rushed up. Then he let himself into the master suite. As he closed the door, the killer guest saw Martin was already inside. Oh how perfectly everything was going. “Martin, my friend. I was wondering what was keeping you. You do have guests to entertain.” The room was dark except for one small lamp in the back, left corner, near the French doors to the balcony. Martin stood in the center of the room. “I received a note from someone asking me to meet them here at ten.” He replied. “Oh, Martin! You really shouldn’t believe everything you read. You never know when it could land you in a deadly situation.” The killer guest paused to smile at Martin. “People aren’t trustworthy. Don’t you agree?” Martin chuckled. “You know I’m always armed. I have my fair share of enemies of course.” That may be true but you never know when one might catch you off guard. Anyways on a more cheery note, I brought you some of that delicious punch that you’re serving downstairs.” Martin accepted the cup. “I appreciate it.” He took a long drink. “This is delicious. Wonder who sent me that note though.” Both took another drink. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.” Martin began to sway. “Bring me a chair, if … if you will. I’m feeling a bit lightheaded.” The killer guest gave Martin a cold smile. “We won’t be needing a chair. It looks like one of your enemies caught you off guard after all.” The guest began pulling the contents from where they’d been concealed in his pockets. The glass fell from Martin’s hand as fear clouded his eyes. “Time for the fun to begin.” Then, the killer guest picked up the knife.
Genre Fiction
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