Monday, May 18, 2015


Purgatory goes LIVE in 2 days (5/20)!!!!

I cannot wait for its release! As a special bonus, check out this excerpt!


November 20, 2013—Merrick Hills Police Department
For two days, Ingram kept me away. I could only imagine what went on, but when I returned, Viv was with me. She wanted to meet this so-called Jaco.

It was not a huge surprise that when I entered the holding unit, there were bruises all over the man’s face and arms. “He didn’t cooperate very well,” Ingram said before exiting.

Vivian stood against the door as I approached the cell. She looked scared, and I wondered if that was because of Polly’s attack. Surely facing her not-so-dead brother wasn’t exactly a fun thought—but I wasn’t convinced at all that this was Jaco.

“I see Chief Ingram took care of you.”

“Ha. Yes, I’ve been in many hands.”

“Then why won’t you let me help you? I don’t believe that you are Jess Jaco, but your silence—”

I stopped when I saw him looking in Vivian’s direction. His eyes were completely fixated on her. When I looked at her, she seemed frightened. I walked to her, periodically glancing behind me. “Are you alright?” I whispered.

“Maybe this was a mistake…maybe I should wait outside.”

“Alright, if that’s what you want.” She nodded her head at me. I opened the door for her to leave. When I turned around, the yeti was staring daggers into me.

“Is that your woman?” He asked.

“It’s the 21st century. Men don’t own women.”

“How poignant.” He stated grimly. “Is she your wife? Is that question more modern for you?”

“She’s not my wife. She’s my partner.”

“I see.” He got up and limped toward me. “I have a wife. She is beautiful.”

“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you give me her name and phone number and I’ll call her. I’ll tell her where you are.”

“I don’t have a number for her.” He paused, then gripped the cell bars. “You’re an investigator that finds people, right?”

“Sometimes, yes.”

“What if I make a deal with you, Mr. Bowers?”

“What kind of deal?”

“You bring me my wife, and I’ll give you my name.”

I was intrigued. 

“I’d need her name in order to find her.”

“That wouldn’t help you.”

“Giving me her name wouldn’t help me find her?”

“She’s clever. And beautiful.”

“You mentioned she’s beautiful. Do you have a picture of her?”

“No, but I could sketch a picture.” I froze. “I have sketched a hundred pictures of her. None compare to how beautiful she is in person.”

“And what does she look like?”

“She looks like an angel.”

A thought I didn’t want to entertain was revealed right in front of me. This wasn’t Jess Jaco at all.
“You sketched her, you said?”

“Oh, yes. Now, why don’t you find her and bring her to me, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”

“I don’t need to do that. I know your name.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Really?”

“Yes. You’re Derrick Locke.”



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