Life is already bad enough after Tisha Adams loses both her job and her beautiful Manhattan apartment. Living in a musty garage apartment and working for her uncle in Queens, her life is upended when she witnesses a murder on her train commute.
When the body disappears, she teams up with Detective Murphy, a man with mysterious abilities. But Tisha is keeping a secret of her own, a skill she’s always hated and feared. The dead speak to her. And if she touches a person, their past, present and future are revealed to her.
But as the body count rises, and those closest to Tisha are drawn into the nightmare, Tisha’s only choice is to reach out to her estranged grandmother to learn more about her intuitive talents. In a race against the clock to rescue those in danger and solve the murders, she’ll need all her abilities. Even the gift she’s been afraid to use. The dead will speak, but only if she’s willing to listen.
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I tried to think hard. I closed my eyes and let the scene play back in my mind. “The only other thing I remember was an SUV parked on the side of the street. It’s not there now. It was big and black. Maybe it was a Cadillac. I forget what the model name is. Maybe Escalade? Other than that the train was cranking by and we passed where it happened in a flash. I ran for the conductor.”
“Okay, I need your contact info.” He wrote down my address and phone numbers.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Now we find out what happened. Forensics will come in and see about the evidence and we’ll try to trace it. Hopefully, we’ll find the victim or a body. We’ll do a local search and check the area for any more witnesses.”
“If I can help let me know.”
“Yeah right. Detective Murphy will drive you back to the train station. If you have anything else you can call him,” he said. He stomped away dismissing me.
Detective Murphy walked over to the three of us and led us to his car. He wore dark sunglasses and dark clothes. He didn’t say anything, just motioned for us to get into his car. As we drove back to the station in silence, I looked down at my watch. It was seven fifteen and I was fifteen minutes late. My uncle and employer asked me to come in early for a meeting, hence the early morning train. He was going to be pissed. I asked Detective Murphy if he had a phone I could use. Ken handed me his. I dialed my uncle. He picked up on the third ring sounding half asleep.
“Morticia, what’s up?”
“Sorry I’m late. I ran into a situation on the way to work this morning. I should get there in about twenty minutes.” Even though the job was a dead end, I didn’t want to disappoint my uncle. He did offer to help me when I needed him.
“Didn’t you get my message? The meeting was changed to this afternoon. I guess you can start early. What happened? Are you okay?”
“I’ll fill you in later.”
It figured, all this drama and I could have been home sleeping. We arrived at the train station. Detective Murphy raised his sunglasses revealing a handsome face and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He handed me his business card.
“Sometimes Detective Nelson doesn’t have the best manners. If you remember anything else, please give me a call.” He winked and lowered his glasses.
“Thanks. I do have one question. If you two are partners, why don’t you drive in the same car?” I asked noticing he didn’t give Ken a card.
“Long story. Maybe I can fill you in sometime.”
“Okay, bye.” I wanted to say more but was tongue-tied. Two handsome men in one day was overload.
We made it up to the platform and waited for the next train. Commuters were starting to arrive and the normal morning bustle began. Not wanting to let my opportunity pass I tried to start a conversation with Ken.
“So do you think they’ll find the body?” I sounded like a dork.
“I have confidence. Strange though, how there’s no body. It’s a regular who done it.”
“That’s what I was thinking. Did you ever study how to find evidence in law school?”
“No, but I did do an internship at a PI firm a couple of summers ago. The investigation team will probably start with a DNA sample and run it for potential perps. If that comes up blank they’ll look at missing persons. If that’s still a no go, it’ll probably go cold. The first forty-eight hours are the most critical.”
“What do you think happened?” I asked.
“Not sure. I would say the dispute was over one of two things, money or a woman. The viciousness of the exchange seems to tip to one of those. It is intriguing.”
“Yeah,” was all I could manage to say. When he spoke his eyes took on a determined glow. I wanted to reach up and throw my arms around his neck, plant a long lingering kiss on those full, pink lips and then run my fingers through the magnificent head of luscious golden locks, but that was fantasyland. If I did that he’d think I was a lunatic.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here’s my card if you’d like to talk more about it.”
I did all I could to not swoon. Barbara looked at me as if she were about to vomit.
“The train is here and it’s my first day. I can’t be late,” she said dragging Ken into the train car.
I waved after him cursing the train. It didn’t stop in Woodside, so I had to wait for the next one.
“I’ll talk to you soon,” I called out after him.
The doors closed taking my beautiful Sven/Ken away, but I had a renewed faith in myself.
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Susan Peterson Wisnewski is an indie author from the northeast. She writes thrillers and paranormal with a sprinkling of chick lit and horror.
From a cruncher of numbers to a stringer of words, she decided it was time to follow her dreams and put down on paper all of those stories that floated around in her head. Raised in New York City and Long Island, she is a consummate shopaholic having been given the gift of style from her mother and grandmother. When not writing, she can be found shopping, visiting museums, gardening, or being walked by her oversized puppy.
Her books are a genre mix all neatly packaged together. Surprise and twists keep her readers guessing and she has been accused of writing books that can’t be put down. Pushing characters to challenges themselves is her trademark as is a creating strong female characters – no damsels in distress here. Her inspiration comes from seeing a situation and then enhancing it to create an unusual story line. And yes, she does see ghosts, or spirits as they prefer to be called and has had her run ins with a fairy or two.
If you have a book club and live on Long Island or in the Southern Vermont area, she’d be happy to come for a visit.
Her latest book is the thriller/paranormal/suspense, BlindSight.
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