Coming April 2018!
Excerpt from A Dark Place:
"The older, heavyset man knelt down for the third time and held his thick fingers against her neck.
“Well?” the young man said.
“Yes. Finally,” the older man said, standing up. He looked around the dense forest of beech, oak and ash. The damp soil was full of roots that made the digging difficult, but he let the young man do most of it.
“She is very pretty,” the young man said, kneeling down. “I like her tan.” He brushed a piece of dirt off the woman’s face. “How much of that stuff did you give her?”
“A lot,” the older man said.
“Are you sure she’s dead?”
“There’s enough in her to kill 10 people.”
“Do you think anyone is looking for her?”
“Someone is always looking for a lost person.”
“She is very pretty,” the younger man said.
“She was pretty,” the older man said. “She’s dead now.”
“I think she’s still pretty,” the younger man said.
“You’re getting on my nerves. Let’s get going.”
“Is the next part necessary?” the young man said. “Who will know?”
“You’ve done this before, so stop complaining. Help me remove her clothes. Look for tattoos. Then the hands, the feet, the head. It’s the same. We take the hands, the feet and the head; we leave the rest here in the grave.”
“I know how to do it, I just don’t like it.”
“If they find out we didn’t do it right, there will be much pain and suffering, I promise you. You have no idea how cruel these people are. The body here, if it’s ever found, will be nameless. We bag the hands, feet and head and bury them far away from here. Help me remove her shirt. And don’t drop anything, like an earring or something.”
They struggled to remove her clothing and underwear.
“See, a tattoo,” the older man said. “Go get the razor. And don’t forget the saw. You do the feet, I’ll do the hands.”
“I’m not going to help you with the head,” the young man said. “Not this time. She’s too pretty.”
“I will do the head myself; you just shut up and go to work. It will be dark soon. And you’re getting on my nerves.”