
Eternal Sin - The L.A. Story
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It was a day like any other. James got up, made coffee, then retrieved the mail. Placing the day's stack of bills, sales catalogs, and the like on the counter, James sat on the stool, one arm bracing himself at the counter. He sipped his coffee, blowing it just a bit to cool it down. In front of him, an envelope taunted him, seemingly pulsing. Inside, its contents awaiting to change his world, if it didn't end it first. James did not know it yet, but in that early afternoon hour, he was now part of the 2%.*** The Murders in the Rue Morgue to A Tangled Web: A Cyberstalker, a Deadly Obsession, a...
It was a day like any other. James got up, made coffee, then retrieved the mail. Placing the day's stack of bills, sales catalogs, and the like on the counter, James sat on the stool, one arm bracing himself at the counter. He sipped his coffee, blowing it just a bit to cool it down. In front of him, an envelope taunted him, seemingly pulsing. Inside, its contents awaiting to change his world, if it didn't end it first. James did not know it yet, but in that early afternoon hour, he was now part of the 2%.*** The Murders in the Rue Morgue to A Tangled Web: A Cyberstalker, a Deadly Obsession, and the Twisting Path to Justice. From the past to the present, Poe to Rule, comes this tangled web of disbelief. The reader will find themselves in the protagonist's shoes soon enough wondering if they'll be next. Should they get their mail? Should they answer the knock at their door? What entity is on the other end of that knock? A tale in which the book holder's own life could intertwine and be forever changed. Are you brave enough to stand up to the unknown?*** Excerpt: Within the black and white photos of the shoe box, I see my dad. Tall, skinny, always with a big grin. He had a kind heart, liked to have a few beers, and enjoyed his Marlboro reds, just like I had years ago. You could say I was taking on the family tradition of drinking and smoking, at least until I had problems breathing. Drinking continued for a few more years after the cigarettes became history. I thought of my dad a lot more these days. More than I had before my life went to hell. Every night, just before my eyes closed in sleep, I would hope to be with him, where-ever he was.***