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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Shadow Crimes Exclusive!!

I have teamed up with PICT to provide an exclusive excerpt of E. J. Moran's new book Shadow Crimes! Check it out!

Disclaimer: Trigger Warnings for Violence and Rape

New York City, 1978
April Night

The clattering elevator came to a halt. Its passenger opened the scissor gate, then the double door, and exited. "Thank you for letting me up," he said as he walked toward Rhonda.
"Hi," she said sweetly. "Come on it." Rhonda motioned him through the door. "I'm really sorry but I'm already in my nightgown. I was about to go to sleep."
"Of course, it's late." He glanced around the minuscule studio. It was neat and barren, apart from a tiny, decrepit kitchenette, a single bed, and a small side table lined with a few of of Rhonda's modeling photos. "So, this is the apartment you were talking about?" he said, shaking his head in dismay. "You can do better than this. It's horrible here."
"It is, isn't it?" Rhonda said, putting her head down with embarrassment. "Unfortunately though I couldn't afford more." Regaining her composure, she smiled softly. "Anyway, the good news is I pay month-to-month, and as soon as I make some decent money modeling I'm going to move out."
"That's what I wanted to speak to you about."
"Well, have a seat," she said, laughing as she motioned to a corner at the far end of the bed. "Can I get you something to drink first?" she asked as he sat down.
"No, nothing, thank you." He looked at her intently, following her every gesture as she perched herself down near the head of the bed.
"So you want to be a famous model?"
She nodded in agreement.
 "Let's talk about what I can do for you."
"Terrific," she said, overjoyed by his interest in helping her.
"I think you have a lot of potential. I really do."
Rhonda smiled eagerly and took in a big breath of air, emphasizing her svelte, a perfect figure.
"It's not easy though to make it as a model. Beautiful girls are a dime a dozen," he said.
"I know. It's true. I see so many beautiful models every day."
"Exactly. That's why you need someone with connections, someone with power, to help you."
"You're right," Rhonda said. She could hardly believe she may be about to her her lucky break, one that could launch her to stardom in the modeling world.
Suddenly, he reached her arm and pulled her toward him.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Rhonda's eager smile faded. Confused, she tried to pull away.
"You know what I'm doing, Rhonda."
"No I don't. You said you wanted to speak with me."
"You want help? You want to make it big?"
"Yes, but not this way." She struggled to get away, but her resistance made him angry.
"You know you want this. I could see it in your eyes earlier."
"No, I don't," she said, still trying to pull away as his fingers dug into her arms.
He didn't loosen his grip. "You are so sexy, don't you know that?"
"Stop. I don't want to do this. I'm still a virgin."
"A virgin?" He pushed her back and held onto her tightly with outstretched arms, his piercing stare locking onto her terrified eyes. "I don't believe you."
"I am, I swear!" She tried to loosen his grip and get up from the bed. "You got the wrong impression."
"Then why are you such a cockteaser?" His large almost-shaped eyes began to shrink as he helfd her firm and squinted at her with the most evil look she had ever seen.
"I'm not. I don't know what you're talking about."
Pulling her closer, he kissed her hard as she desperately made futile attempts to get away.
"You slut!"
Rhonda squired and dodged his attempts to kiss her, shrieking in terror. He wrestled her down on the bed, straddling her hips and pushing her down against the pillow. He smothered her face with one of his large hands, both to shut her up and hold her still. Terrified she froze.
"Cockteaser! You're like all the others," he hissed.
Using his free hand, he undid his trousers and forced himself inside her. Rhonda could only whimper, too paralyzed with fear to do anything else. He grew more and more excited with each thrust, mumbling incoherent words of disgust and hatred until he reached his climax.
Rhonda bled to death in her own bed, her throat sliced with a seven-inch combat knife.
***
"Looks like she's been dead a few days," Detective Tansey said as he stared ar Rhonda's decomposing body. The ruggedly handsome man held his cool demeanor while the two officers from the crime lab covered their noses- the room was beginning to have a foul smell.
"Do you think she was a model?" Officer Kasinski asked.
"Maybe." Tansey glanced over at the professional-looking photos of Rhonda on the nightstand. "Definitely not a famous one though if she was living in a place like this.""Unless she was a druggie. Could have spent all her money on cocaine or something," Officer Smith added.
"True, seen that before."
Kasinski checked out the bathroom and returned. "No signs of drug paraphernalia."
 Tansey searched Rhonda's outstretched arms. "No signs of track marks either. She must have been living in this shithole because it was cheap."
The men shook their heads in disgust at the level of violence.
"Killer didn't just cut her throat, he damn near took her head off," Smith said.
"Looks like she's been raped too, judging by the bruising," Tansey added.
"My guess is that she let him up here," Kasinski continued. "The intercom worked, and there are no apparent signs of forced entry. That is, unless he as already in the building and snuck into her apartment while she slept. The lock is a joke."
"Or maybe she brought him home with her," Smith countered.
"Possibly. OK, let's get to work. We don't need to stare at her anymore." Tansey glanced away from the dead girl and began assessing the room for more evidence.
A few hours later, he picked up Rhonda's telephone and called the coroner's office. The men had collected everything that could be useful; now it was time to have the poor girl removed from the putrid, blood-soaked bed and taken to the morgue.

I also went ahead and bought the e-book for my Kindle because this excerpt was so good!!

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