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Description

Visions of blood and death haunt Richie England. A new serial killer is stalking the city, and Richie finds himself in the middle of a frightening psychological battle with the killer and the spirits behind the evil.

As the detective in charge of the Vivisectionist case, the last thing Julian Anders needs is a damn psychic telling him about visions. When another body is found, Julian is forced to accept Richie’s help. The killer has seen Richie, and with his life at stake, both Julian and Richie need to find the answers and the killer before it’s too late.

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EXCERPT:

Julian leaned against the counter, sipping his morning coffee. His kid brother, Leslie, danced acrobatically in the living room. On the TV, Leslie’s digital twin mimicked his actions as it fought a team of assassins in some jungle scene.

If Leslie were ever faced with a true life situation like that, he wouldn’t be able to fight his way out of a paper bag. Julian had bought the VRC for Leslie last Christmas, only after the prices of the equipment had dropped to a working man’s pocket. In between his college classes and working part time, Leslie spent every free minute making his own movies, starring himself.

Julian still remembered the day of five thousand channels and not a damn thing on. He’d never felt the urge to start making movies with himself as the lead. Later tonight, he’d be forced to sit down with Leslie and watch this latest epic. It really didn’t bother him, and Julian enjoyed the chance to unwind and talk with his brother. He just enjoyed kidding Leslie about it.

For Christmas Leslie wanted the ‘On The High Seas’ tape. Julian knew he’d give in and fork out the three hundred bucks for it. At least Leslie kept the porn tapes in his bedroom. Julian doubted he would ever understand the appeal of that one. Humping the carpet wasn’t Julian’s idea of a good time, no matter how real the VRC suit made everything feel.

When the heroine of the scene approached his brother on the screen, Julian just rolled his eyes and finished his coffee. Setting the cup down, he called out to Leslie, “I’ll be home after midnight if I’m lucky. Don’t hold dinner for me.”

Grabbing his jacket, Julian put it on and headed out the front door.

Removing the dark glasses, Leslie quipped back. “It’s lasagna tonight, and it better not be cold when you get home.”

After closing the door behind him, Julian stepped off the porch and walked to the driveway. The neighborhood was already busy with kids returning from their school day, and trash cans lined the streets. Reminded of trash day, he walked back toward the garage and dragged out the trash can, setting it at the end of the drive.

It only took him ten minutes to get to work. Rush hour hadn’t yet started in full swing, and he was able to drive through most of the lights straight to work. He didn’t have the patience required for sitting in traffic for any serious length of time.

By the time he arrived at his office, Mooney was already waiting for him. Settled comfortably in a chair, his partner appeared completely at ease, grinning slyly at Julian. With his short cropped, gray hair and rumpled twenty-year-old suit, Mooney hardly looked the type to be a detective. The slight paunch under the pale blue shirt indicated Mooney was getting a bit too used to being behind a desk.

“Can’t I even get a cup of coffee before you start in?”