Played this song a lot while writing scenes like the one below:
Kendra Goes Missing
He strode to the kitchen and immediately noticed the coffee maker still on. He turned it off and opened the door leading to the garage. Try as he might, Woody couldn’t dispel the feeling of ghosts looking over his shoulder—the living ghosts of her children as they’d been at Thanksgiving. It was as if they were all there with him, urging him to hurry and find their mom.
Her pickup was in the garage, the engine as cold as the coffee.
He dashed back into the living room, grabbed up her handbag, and dumped out the contents. When he spied her key ring, he plucked it up and hurried back to the garage to make certain she wasn’t slumped over behind the wheel of her truck. The tinted windows made the cab seem like a cave. Woody unlocked the driver’s door and climbed inside.
The clean, crisp smell of her perfume lingered in the fabric of the seats.
Woody inhaled deeply, remembering how he’d once breathed in her whispered words in the hallway of a Holiday Inn.
His heart thrummed inside the cage of his ribs.
She’s off on a hike, his mind insisted. She went for a hike and went farther than she intended. She’ll come bursting through the front door any minute and proceed to chew my ass from here to Kingdom Come for jumping to conclusions.
But that idea didn’t ring true.
Ken would never go hiking and leave her phone at home, and the front door unlocked. Especially not at night. Not when she was supposed to meet me over an hour ago. No way.
He closed and relocked the pickup and made his way through the rest of the old house checking every room, every closet, and under every bed.
He even checked the attic.
Still nothing.
Nothing out of place, nothing overturned. No sign of a struggle. No sign of life.
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Her pickup was in the garage, the engine as cold as the coffee.
He dashed back into the living room, grabbed up her handbag, and dumped out the contents. When he spied her key ring, he plucked it up and hurried back to the garage to make certain she wasn’t slumped over behind the wheel of her truck. The tinted windows made the cab seem like a cave. Woody unlocked the driver’s door and climbed inside.
The clean, crisp smell of her perfume lingered in the fabric of the seats.
Woody inhaled deeply, remembering how he’d once breathed in her whispered words in the hallway of a Holiday Inn.
His heart thrummed inside the cage of his ribs.
She’s off on a hike, his mind insisted. She went for a hike and went farther than she intended. She’ll come bursting through the front door any minute and proceed to chew my ass from here to Kingdom Come for jumping to conclusions.
But that idea didn’t ring true.
Ken would never go hiking and leave her phone at home, and the front door unlocked. Especially not at night. Not when she was supposed to meet me over an hour ago. No way.
He closed and relocked the pickup and made his way through the rest of the old house checking every room, every closet, and under every bed.
He even checked the attic.
Still nothing.
Nothing out of place, nothing overturned. No sign of a struggle. No sign of life.
Afterthought: FOR A DIGITAL REVIEW COPY, SIMPLY LEAVE A COMMENT WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS.
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Just this little excerpt make me want to stop reading what I am reading now and pick up this book!
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