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 Welcome to my blog. Today I'd like to share an excerpt from my all time favorite book Blue 52. On Sunday when you finish here you can go to www.wewriwa.blogspot.com for more excerpts from a talented group of authors. 

Blurb:

"First Lady Kills President Lovinggood" 

December 5, 2018 

Thirty years later, Hank Lovinggood embarks on a quest to prove his mother's innocence and punish the killers who took his family from him. Together Hank and lovely physicist Dr. Kathryn Sinclair confront an implacable, twisted, and merciless enemy who'll do whatever it takes to hide the truth forever.

Last Week's Excerpt: 

Both he and his grandfather jumped to their feet when Sinclair opened the door. “We’re ready for you now, gentlemen. If you’ll follow me, please, I’ll take you to them.”

Hank had to force himself to move because he couldn’t feel his feet against the floor. And damn but it was hot in here! He was sweating bullets, and his insides felt shaky.

Sinclair paused before a closed door guarded by two marines. “I’m sure you’ll want some privacy, so I’ll be waiting here if you need me.”

Dizziness washed over Hank when Sinclair opened the door for them. The coffins sat side by side against the far wall. The lids were open so Hank saw that both coffins contained bodies, although from this distance he couldn’t have identified them. The blood roared so loudly in his ears that his entire head hummed. Another few steps and at long last he’d finally come face to face with the fallen hero of a thousand stories, the stuff of legends, the man who wrote on the pages of history, his father.

Senator Lovinggood reached the coffins first. He took one look at Richard and started to cry. Tears coursed down his face, but he didn’t take the time to wipe them away. “Richard,” he choked out and then fell silent.

Today's Excerpt: Hank and the Senator arrive at the Sinclair Mortuary to view the remains of Hank's mother and father. I've picked up where we left off last week.

Heart pounding, Hank took a deep breath and looked too. His father looked waxy, and his hair seemed to have faded in color, but even in death he was a handsome man. Well built too. The navy blue suit he wore couldn’t disguise those muscles in his chest. Hank saw that he really did look as much like his father as everyone said he did.

A small American flag, a pin, he guessed, was attached to the lapel of his father’s suit. His dad wore a watch thatsomehow seemed a little old-fashioned, the size or shape of it maybe.

He stared at his father for a long time. Once he had gone to a birthday party where a pony had kicked him in the stomach. He pretty much felt the same way right now. This is wrong, all wrong. Dad should be alive, not sleeping in a coffin. We should have had thousands of days together to laugh and quarrel and talk. He should be able to sit up and slap me on the back and get in his Jaguar and drive home with us.

His heart now felt as if a giant hand squeezed mercilessly around it. Why hadn’t he listened to his grandmother? He really shouldn’t have come here. Before this day he had only thought he knew about regret.