This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show:
KRIS PULLED INTO THE spot I had indicated. I pushed my seat back as far as it went, tilting it so I had a lower profile and taking advantage of the rear tinted windows. The casual passerby shouldn’t notice anything.
When Kris saw me staring at her, she muttered something under her breath while she rolled her eyes.
“My paranoia has served me well,” I said as she adjusted her seat.
“No wonder none of your friends came with you from Black Brick.”
The comment might have stung at another time, but it didn’t faze me. I was doing what I needed to increase our chances of not getting noticed. She could complain all she wanted if she followed suit.
I wasn’t looking for friends. I wanted to find a way to stop evil men from kidnapping children. I could worry about having a personal life once I’d taken care of that.
We sat in silence for a long time. I stopped checking my watch as time seemed to slow. After what I was convinced had been an hour and a half I checked my watch and found less than fifteen minutes had gone by. We still had over three hours before dawn.
I shook my head, trying to keep awake. The position of my seat put my neck at a weird angle while I watched the main exit.
“You should get some sleep,” I said, suggesting it because I wanted my monocular back. When Kris didn’t respond, I noticed she’d already nodded off. I took it from where it had fallen on her lap. It was good somebody could get some sleep. Perhaps it would put her in a better mood.
The monocular revealed what I’d already known with my naked eye. Nothing was happening at the exit.
Knowing that it was a risk, but also knowing I needed to stay awake, I pulled out my phone and turned the brightness down so low it was hard to read. It at least gave me something break up the monotony.
I positioned my phone so that if any car left the garage, I would notice the movement. Doing so increased the risk that somebody might see the screen of my phone but I didn’t care. The chance of that happening was small.
Just as Kris had claimed my video was published on every news site I checked. Most of the videos were posted along with the recent fake video. I plugged in my earbuds and watched my video. I’d done a fair job of it. My breathing had been regular and I’d been careful to keep my face lit by the overhead streetlight.
I watched the fake video again and shuddered at the details they’d got right. It was uncanny, almost as if they had recorded me right beforehand. Not only was my hair the exact right length and color, it even looked as though I wore the same clothes in both videos.