Hollownton
Homicide
Anthony
Hollownton
Book
1
Gretchen
S. B.
Genre:
Urban Fantasy / Mystery
ISBN:
978-1495499463
ASIN:
Number
of pages: 258
Word
Count: 82,628
Cover
Artist: Talina Perkins
Book
Description:
Homicide
detective Anthony Hollownton thought he had seen it all until he and
his partner, Rick Nelson, are called to a murder scene unlike any
Tony has come across. There are no witnesses and none of the
neighbors heard a thing.
Once
Tony starts to investigate the facts of the case become stranger and
stranger.
As
the body count rises Tony is drawn into a world he did not know
existed.
Starting
with a visit from a dead woman from his past.
He
must decide whether the paranormal truly exists or if these killing
are some kind of delusional gang war.
Excerpt:
Anthony
swung up in bed. What had woken him? Had his alarm gone off? There
was a ringing noise. He turned to his left and made a grab for the
phone next to his bed.
“Anthony
Hollownton.”
That
was as polite as they were getting for the middle of the night. If
they had a problem with that they could deal with it. He looked at
his alarm clock, five am. That meant barely more than two hours of
sleep. Why would someone call him at five am?
There
was a pause on the other end.
“Hello.”
He repeated. He felt himself freeze.
He
could hear talking on the other end. He silently pleaded that it
wasn’t the same woman from earlier. He was just frustrated enough
to trace the call and chew her out. He heard a male voice come on to
the other end and Anthony exhaled, forcing his muscles to relax one
by one. He had to get sleep; he was jumping to ridiculous
conclusions.
“Hey
Tony, sorry to call so early man, but I gotta ask you a question.”
It was his partner. The tone in the man’s voice sounded serious but
genuinely upset about saying whatever it was he was about to say.
Tony
felt himself tense again, what if something was wrong with Amanda or
the baby? “What is it Rick?” Tony tried to sound neutral.
When
he heard his partner sigh he relaxed again feeling more tired than
before.
“Look
man, I don’t believe it but Amanda asked me to so I’m doing it.”
Tony
screamed in his head. He wanted to get back to sleep. “Get to the
point Nelson. I want to go back to bed.”
The
use of the last name was usually reserved for when they were working.
It showed Rick he meant business and told him to get to the point.
“As
you know the land line is on Amanda’s side of the bed and she has
picked up three phone calls since we went to bed she says it was a
woman who laughs and hangs up. After the third time Amanda called *69
and the number is yours, your land line anyway. I wasn't sure at
first since you don't really use it. But when I double checked in my
cell, the numbers matched. I told her it was crazy, since you never
have women over. I told her that outside of her and other cops you
don’t even know any women, no offence, but she’s making me call
anyway to make sure.”
Tony’s
jaw dropped. Now he was wide-awake. He must have been silent too long
because his partner’s voice came on with a worried tone.
“Hey
Tony, you still there?”
Tony
flicked on his bedroom light and scanned the room, empty. “Yeah
man, I’m here, just shocked. I don’t have anyone here and I’ve
been asleep. You know it could be some prank caller who knows how to
reroute numbers or something.”
Tony
debated telling his partner about the call at work but quickly
dismissed it. With a wife and a four-month-old daughter Rick had
enough on his plate.
“Yeah,
I figured as much. I was just calling to make sure. Sorry for waking
you up man. I hope you can get back to sleep.”
Tony
nodded. So did he. “Yeah, good night Rick.”
He
heard his partner say something to his wife. “Good night Tony, See
you tomorrow, I mean today.”
As
he hung up the phone Tony looked about his room. There was nothing
out of the ordinary. Against the wall at the foot of his bed was his
42' TV. To the left of the bed was the closet, which was still open
from when he put away his work clothes, no one was in there. To the
right of the TV was the door out into the rest of the apartment,
still closed. Everything on the nightstand was still where he left
it. Turning, he looked at the window above the bed, still locked. He
turned back reaching into the top drawer of his nightstand and pulled
out his gun and got out of bed. If there was anyone in his apartment
he was going to find them.
About
the Author:
Gretchen
happily lives in Seattle, Washington where she spends her time
creating new characters and situations to put them in. She also
enjoys cheering on her local sports teams, even though it sometimes
seems they are allergic to winning (Except the Super Bowl!).
She
graduated from Central Washington University with a BA in History and
a BA in Philosophy. She loves that Washington provides a large range
of activities, from Shakespeare in the park to rodeos. At the end of
her adventures she unwinds by curling up on the couch, knitting while
catching up TV shows via Netflix.
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