One time, just one time Lena Moore goes against her better judgement and helps someone else out. One time she looks up from her slow crawl toward financial freedom, sees someone in need, and offers a hand.
In return, she is attacked by a creature that can’t possibly be real. Suddenly, her dull, logical life is full of shootings, kidnappings, mind readers, and annoying homeless guys who keep giving her unwanted advice. If Lena wants things to return to normal, she will have to step into a world of danger and power unimaginable. She will race to find a long-hidden artifact, rescue the only friend she has, and stay one step ahead of the nightmares that will steal her mind – and her skin – if she isn’t quick enough. If she can do all of that and stay out of jail, she might still make it to work on time.
The blinds in the interrogation room were closed when Lena was escorted in. She was grateful for that, so she didn’t have the eyes of the entire police station on her. When the Detective Soto entered, she closed the door softly, but the blinds still swayed and scraped against the glass. Lena’s nerves, already thinner than her wallet, battled against a belligerence born of exhaustion. The scrape of a chair being pulled out was loud in the small room, and Lena met the detective’s eyes as she took a seat. After a long moment of silence, Lena broke first.
“Am I being arrested?”
Detective Soto ignored the question. “Forty-eight hours ago, you died, Ms. Moore.” She pulled a photo from the file in her hand and slid it across the table. It was taken from the waist up. Grey skin, dark hair. The eyes were closed but dark lines of blood on the forearms and bruises around the neck and hairline made it easy to believe the person was dead. “An EMT called it on scene. I was there.” Soto pinned the image to the table with a blunt, manicured nail. She pinned Lena with a hard stare. “The fact was confirmed later at the morgue. Where you were placed in cold storage. For two days.”
Lena had to give the woman credit. She had a great poker face.
“And yet, here you are,” Soto continued. Her tone leeched disbelief and suspicion. “Sitting across from me. Breathing. How do you explain that, Ms. Moore?”
“I got better.”
Nordic Diner is the working title for a novel published in a serial format. Please, don’t forget to leave your comments and questions!
Chapter 1: Clothes Make the Man