A Good Scare for a
Great Cause
This time of year, who doesn’t
love a great, chilling ghost story? This year, five mystery/thriller authors
have come together to fill that need for hungry readers – All in the name of a
good cause. Authors Susan Russo Anderson, DV Berkom, Jen Blood, Joanne Sydney
Lessner, and Wayne Zurl have each contributed a ghostly/paranormal short
featuring their respective series’ detectives, with 100% of their profits
donated to the non-profit organization Doctors Without Borders.
For just $1.99, you get plenty of
quality chills and thrills… And the knowledge that your hard-won dollars are
going to a great cause. To whet your appetite, here’s a snippet from SERIAL
SLEUTHS, Volume 1: Haunted.
The following excerpt is taken from DV Berkom’s short story Let
Sleeping Dogs Lie, featuring the heroine of her bestselling Kate Jones
thrillers.
I chose a
table near the front of the restaurant and ordered a cup of coffee with cream
and a plate of fry bread. One of the owners, Luci, came by with a full pot of
coffee. Her long, dark hair pulled back in a thick ponytail, she wore a
distinctive, silver squash-blossom necklace with earrings to match. Two men,
locals judging by their familiarity with Luci, sat at an adjacent table, with a
cup of coffee and a piece of pie in front of them. One wore a bright yellow
ball cap, while the other had placed his red one on the table in front of him.
They appeared to be friendly types, so I asked the guy with the yellow cap if
he was from around there.
He smiled as he took a leisurely
sip of his coffee. “Yep. Lived here all my life. Gary here has, too,” he said,
as he nodded at his companion. “Where're you from?”
“Durm. I guide Jeep tours down
the way.”
Yellow Cap appeared to ponder
this as he took a bite of pie. “What're you doin' in this neck of the woods,
you don't mind my asking?”
“Not at all,” I replied. Luci
placed a plate of fragrant fry bread and a squeeze bottle of honey in front of
me. My mouth watered as I cut into the warm, doughy goodness and wolfed down a
bite. “I'm looking for a friend, Rana Celik. She mentioned she was in Hok'ee
the last time I heard from her.”
Yellow Cap frowned and looked at
the other guy. “What's she look like?”
“Around five-four, medium build
with dark hair, brown eyes, and a Turkish accent. She would have been with a
guy named Tony,” I added with a smile. I didn't know if these guys were friends
of Tony's, and didn't want to tip them off I was worried.
Gary sat forward in his chair.
“Yeah, there was a couple here two days ago. The woman matches your
description. Turkish, huh?” I nodded and he continued. “They picked up supplies
at the grocery store. Said they were going camping.”
“Did they say where?” Two days.
I'd have to step up my game to find Rana before the trail went cold.
“Nope. But he had some weird ass
things for a camping trip in the back of his pickup. Witchy stuff, if you ask
me.”
“Witchy stuff?” I shifted
uneasily in my chair.
“You know, stuff for ceremonies
an' shit. He asked if Manny had any blood from a hog he just butchered. When he
said no, the guy got pissed off and stormed out of the store. Your friend
apologized for him and followed him out.”
“He Navajo?” Yellow Cap asked his
friend.
“Nah. A wannabe, maybe. I never
seen him around.”
“What kind of ceremony?” I had a
bad feeling about Tony's quest for blood.
Gary glanced at Yellow Cap and
shrugged. “It's probably nothin’.”
Yellow Cap seemed particularly
interested in the last bite of his pie. Luci walked over with the coffee and
freshened everyone's cup.
“He's talking about yee naaldlooshii. A Skinwalker,” she
said.
Yellow Cap cleared his throat.
“Aren't they like shapeshifters?”
I asked, ignoring his apparent attempt to silence Luci.
Luci nodded and set the coffee
pot on the table. “Usually coyotes, but they can turn into any animal. I've
heard they can even take over another person's body. Only thing is,” she
glanced at the two men at the table. “To become a Skinwalker, you have to be
initiated.”
“Which means,” I prompted.
She took a deep breath before
continuing. “Which means your friend is probably in danger. In order to gain
power, they're supposed to kill someone close to them.”
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