SOME OF YOU MAY KNOW I WRITE IN 3 GENRES: PARANORMAL, MYSTERY N HISTORICAL... AND WHILE ALL OF MY NOVELS ARE LACED WITH MYSTERY, I HAVE 3 NOVELS THAT ARE CLASSIFIED AS MYSTERY/SUSPENSE.
TODAY I AM SPOTLIGHTING
THE DOCTORS
Here's a synopsis:
The FBI agent, Donald P. Cobbs who wears big Stetsons and
lizard boots in god awful colors can't believe his ears. It's the third
informant from his case that died in some kind of freak accident. Now he's gotta
wait for another green horn fresh out of residency to be hired by Lanny Loch and
Richard Pathroff and hope the new guy on the block will be his newest informer.
Or victim? Hence Adam J. Frye.
Adam and his wife Maggie think the hard days of med school and residency are behind them; the money will start rolling in, life will be smooth working for Doctors Loch and Pathroff, but their dreams are shattered when some cowboy FBI agent pays them a visit informing Adam that his life is in grave danger. He's the fourth associate of Loch and Pathroff. The other three are dead. As doornails.
It isn't long after Cobbs' visit that Adam gets suspicious over the sudden deaths of some of his healthy patients. The straw that breaks the camel's back is a young woman who comes to Frye with suspicions of her father's untimely death and asks him to "check things out." That's when Adam decides to help the FBI. He and Maggie uncover a diabolical scheme that involves the mob.
Adam having aroused suspicion unknowingly by one of the mob's key players, is on their watch list. Suddenly the tables turn on Adam when he's set up on his own wire. He's guilty in everybody's eyes. He's got to prove his innocence to the FBI, and he's got to do this before he's either thrown in jail or killed by the mob; made fish bait like the last unsuspecting associate. He can't make an error, it's life or death.
Adam and his wife Maggie think the hard days of med school and residency are behind them; the money will start rolling in, life will be smooth working for Doctors Loch and Pathroff, but their dreams are shattered when some cowboy FBI agent pays them a visit informing Adam that his life is in grave danger. He's the fourth associate of Loch and Pathroff. The other three are dead. As doornails.
It isn't long after Cobbs' visit that Adam gets suspicious over the sudden deaths of some of his healthy patients. The straw that breaks the camel's back is a young woman who comes to Frye with suspicions of her father's untimely death and asks him to "check things out." That's when Adam decides to help the FBI. He and Maggie uncover a diabolical scheme that involves the mob.
Adam having aroused suspicion unknowingly by one of the mob's key players, is on their watch list. Suddenly the tables turn on Adam when he's set up on his own wire. He's guilty in everybody's eyes. He's got to prove his innocence to the FBI, and he's got to do this before he's either thrown in jail or killed by the mob; made fish bait like the last unsuspecting associate. He can't make an error, it's life or death.
EXCERPT from the prologue:
The FBI
agent couldn’t believe his ears. That cigarette throated voice that just delivered bad
news, caused him to slam down the phone so hard the things on the
desk rattled and
he captured the
attention of his associate, Melvin Jones. Jones looked up from the computer
screen on his desk wondering what caused his boss to act so
volatile. The
Director had asked to speak to Cobbs, so Jones knew it had to be of the utmost
importance. He
waited a minute for Cobbs to
make eye contact with him, but Cobbs was still trying to absorb the bad
news and hadn't looked
up. When he finally raised his eyes, he was staring into
nothingness. The eyes looked dazed and right past his associate to the picture
on the wall. But he didn't see that either. The Sunflowers in Van Gogh's
vase were nothing more than
splotches of color. He was
wondering,
though,
how the hell he could have such
rotten luck. This was the third informant from the case who died under suspicious
circumstances.
Of course Cobbs knew his informants were murdered, every one of them,
all fine
doctors
too; graduated with honors from
prestigious Universities; Bob
Walsh, Melvin Burns, and now Jules Stern, the latest victim of an unfortunate
accident. And in spite of fancy detective work, the cases never went to trial
for murder because there wasn’t enough evidence to substantiate the FBI’s
theory. After all, they were trying to incriminate two upstanding, well
respected gentlemen in connection with the murders of their associates.
Donald P. Cobbs stood at Jones' desk, now making eye contact with his associate.
"I
didn't see this one coming. I don't know why, but I didn't see this one coming. He assured me he was so careful, but apparently he wasn't careful
enough," Cobbs said, his voice trailing off at the end.
"Who are you talking
about?" Jones was more than a tad bit curious; after all they had several open cases they were
currently involved with. There was one however, that had been going on too long
and if it was that particular one, he was going to resign on the spot, just like
he had threatened before when things went awry.
"I'm
talking about-."
"Don't say it. Just don't tell me what I think you're
going to tell me." Jones pushed the laptop away; enough with cases and deadlines
and dead ends.
"Yeah,
you guessed it. Jules Stern is
dead!" Cobbs
said.
It was that particular case Jones feared it would
be. Jones was a tall black man with impeccable taste in
clothing; put him next to
Cobbs, the oversized Texan with a southern drawl who wears big Stetsons and
lizard boots in God awful colors, and they looked like Frick and
Frack. "Dead?" Agent
Jones said as if Stern was some
kind of eternal being.....
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