by John Feldman
Charles Dampor was supposed to be a blessing, but instead turned out to be a curse. A family torn by deception and greed now saw Emily for what she was, and a co-worker with a vicious past of his own now has his own personal vendetta against her. If Emily doesn't open her eyes and see the doors she's unlocked, she'll find herself at the bottom of Lake Bermin...with Charles's ex-wife.
A minivan pulls in and up to the gas pump behind Herb. Three young children run out and into the store, their father following close behind, yelling for them to slow down.
Herb remains leaning against his car, right hand pinched under his left armpit and his left hand pushing the cigarette into his face—a minding-my-own-business look. He holds this pose until he senses a stationary figure out of the corner of his eye: the mom.
Discreetly he looks over, then indiscreetly, and that’s when he sees the woman’s squinting and curious eyes on him. He drops the freshly-lit cigarette into the gravel and steps on the cherry, twisting his foot over top so not to blow up the ground he stands on.
He lowers his head and pulls down the brim of his faded gray baseball hat to the top of his sunglasses. He holds the gas pump as the fluid pours past his hand and into the hunk of metal.
Look away or I’ll fucking kill you.
He can feel her still looking over at him and the gas cannot pump fast enough. He’s made it two states away and he’ll be damned if this one woman is the end of him. He’ll kill her right here if he has to. Right here in this parking lot. Let her nosey ass get a little closer and then slit her throat. Dump some gasoline on her smug body and watch her squirm until the life drains out of her. That’ll teach her to look over here.
She starts to walk toward him.
It’s not full yet, the tank, but he’s not taking any chances. He removes the nozzle, replaces the gas cap and heads for his car door.
Don’t do it, Lady, he thinks as he yanks back on the door handle. But she does it.
“Excuse me,” she says.
Herb stops, shuts his eyes. Breathe. He looks at her and smiles, but receives no smile in return. Instead he gets the look of curiosity, only magnified. She is within mere feet of him now and those squinted eyes show crow’s feet attached. Her mouth is open, lower jaw just hanging there lazily as she thinks.
“Are you…?” she begins, but then stops. And right at that very moment, Herb can feel the cold steel of the switchblade in his pocket. Hey, it’s saying to him. Come and get me.
A Word From the Author
1. Did you always want to be an author?
Funny story. When I was a kid – maybe six or seven years old – my mom told me I should be a writer. I always made up these crazy stories. One year I told some elaborate story on Easter morning about the Easter Bunny coming into my room and rubbing noses with me. It made my sisters furious. But writing stories didn’t sound appealing. School was a drag and the idea of writing on my own time sounded horrible. Nearly thirty years later, I can’t find enough time in my day to write.
2. Tell us about the publication of your first book.
Let’s just say I’ve never been a person with much patience. My first book was self-published and the whole publication process took about a week. I didn’t market, didn’t promote, didn’t do anything but create the book and put it online. Needless to say, my sales were pretty dismal. I’ve learned my lesson.
3. Besides yourself, who is your favorite author in your genre?
I try to read widely and have found many writers – some famous and some that deserve to be so – that have captured my interest: William Landay, James Patterson, Paula Hawkins, Reed Farrel Coleman, Nick Pirog, Pamela Callow…the list goes on.
4. What’s the best part of being an author? The worst?
The best part is the potential to have people fall in love with your work. To have people who just crave your next piece of writing. But the worst is the realization you get when trying to become a full-time author that there a TON of people trying to become authors, and we’re all trying to fight for a select few positions. It’s tough to have your work seen due to the amount of competition. But that’s to be said in any industry, I guess.
5. What are you working on now?
I’m currently finishing up another mystery/suspense/thriller centering around a struggling writer who needs to take his books to the next level to make them more believable, so he begins to kill people so his writings can be more authentic.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
John Feldman was born and raised in southern New Jersey, but has since moved to Florida at the request (demand) of his beautiful wife. He has written several short stories and novels, including his newest release, OUT OF HIDING. He writes a lot, thinks a lot more, and is currently wondering why he’s writing this in the third person.
For more information, visit www.johnfeldman.com, or email him directly at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/John-Feldman/e/B00JG75SCI
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