Sunday, November 30, 2014

Excerpt from Christmas is Murder #SampleSunday

Excerpt from Christmas is Murder, Chapter 2

Sara leaned forward to kiss him, but stopped when sirens rocked the house. Any flashing lights that would have accompanied them were diluted due to the snow and the distance of their house from the road. 

Sara put her hand on Sean’s chest and he drew back.

He looked out the window. “Fire trucks. It’s probably nothing, Sara.”

There was that feeling whelming up within her gut. Something terrible had happened. Was it her parents?

“Please, darling.” She grabbed her mobile phone off the coffee table and dialed her mother’s cell. 
“Pick up. Pick up.”

Sean was watching her with wide eyes. She wasn’t sure if he suspected something was terribly wrong too, or if it was her adrenaline getting him going.

Three rings. No answer.

She felt the blood drain from her face. Her legs buckled beneath her. 

“Sara.” Sean rushed the few feet to her and helped her right her balance. “What is it?”

Four rings.

“Something awful has hap—” 

Voice mail.

“Mom, as soon as you get this message, call me.”

“Sweetheart?” Sean put his hands on her arms as she lowered the phone.

The sirens had stopped. They hadn’t gone that far down the street.

“We have to—” She took his hand and led him to the door. “Mom didn’t answer her cell. You know how I get feelings sometimes?” Her eyes pleaded with him. “I have one now. Those fire trucks were for someone we know.”

“You’re thinking your parents were in an accident?”

“I don’t know, Sean, but I need to find out.” She pulled her coat from the hook and slipped into her boots. Sean dashed into the garage after her.

She inhaled the air. “I smell fire.”

“Me too.” 

They ran out of the bay and stopped, standing there for several seconds, as if frozen to their driveway, noses to the wind, snowflakes melting on their skin. 

“The Wilsons,” she said.

They rounded the bend and had a relative line of sight to their neighbor’s property. Only partially obscured by bare tree branches, it was easy to discern the swirling of colored lights.

She trudged through the snow, ignoring Sean’s pleas behind her. The sky was full of billowing gray smoke and it propelled her all the more. She reached the Wilsons’ drive, nearly spilling onto it from her forward momentum. 

A couple firemen were spraying through the main window. The rumble of the fire engine and the water pump added to the nightmarish scene.

Christmas is Murder releases December 4th, but is available for pre-order from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple, and Kobo.

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