Andrew Hess is a resident
of Long Island New York who likes to spend much of his time traveling between
Long Island, New York City and the Dutchess County areas. In 2011 he debuted
with his first book Chamber of Souls, a small book of free verse poetry which
depicted the struggles of a man who thought he had everything in the world only
to feel like he lost everything after a rough break-up. In 2013, Andrew debuted
his novel The Phoenix Blade: Project Justice; the first in The Phoenix Blade
series.
Andrew is also a blogger at
TheWritersRevolution13.blogspot.com where he interviews and promotes other
authors in order to assist indie authors get more exposure. Andrew is also a
frequent guest on the Anthony Charles Podcast, a show dedicated to creative
professionals as they give insight into their works and the lives they lead;
guests have included authors, comedians, musicians, stuntmen, actors and
producers.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Iamphoenix13
This action packed thrill ride will leave you on the edge of your seat.
The body of Blake Ambrose, one of the best defense attorneys in Dutchess County, has washed up on the shores of the Hudson River. Is this the case that will get her back on her feet?
Or will it end up being her last?
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Excerpt –
Nightmares have plagued me for the
first six months of 2006. Dreams of burning buildings, people drowning, and
dead body after dead body piling up at the foot the Ulster County Police
Station’s steps filled my mind. It didn’t matter where I went, I saw the faces
of the seven students that were murdered by a cold calculating twenty something
year old. If that wasn’t bad enough, I had to live with the lasting image of
firing the bullet that ended his life. You would think all of this could be
avoided by simply waking up. Unfortunately for me, these images were burned into
my brain, forcing me to live with them every day.
The media wasn’t any help. Every day
there was a new headline that took a shot at me, my actions or the Ulster
County P.D. Throughout the last six months, all I read were bold captions of: Detective Ryan Slays Campus
Killer. Campus Killer Thwarted By Police. Police Under Fire.
Okay maybe all of the headlines
weren’t too bad, but they constantly reminded me of what happened for months
leading up to the Campus Killer’s death. His reign of terror ended when I
killed the miserable son of a bitch. That’s what brought this media hail storm
to the Ulster County P.D. Half of the town and my police department billed me
as some sort of hero. They were no longer afraid to leave their homes or walk
around campus because some deranged killer was on the loose. Others condemned
me for using such deadly force to stop a potential suspect without ever letting
him defend himself.
I was justified. That’s what I
had to keep telling myself. Several months of investigating the deaths of six
victims led to one last game of cat and mouse. He baited me into following him
into a high speed chase down I-84 until it abruptly ended at the airport. He
was on the run and wanted me to watch as the last opportunity to catch him slip
through my fingers. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
It replayed in my head every day.
Intense fear burned in those eyes as I yelled freeze. The tip of a knife
slithered out from his sleeve and pressed against an innocent woman’s throat.
My hand shook as I readied my aim. I wanted to take the sick bastard down. The
smirk on his face told me he knew I wouldn’t fire my gun, not when I had a
petrified woman staring back at me.
Before I could react, a tall, dark,
and handsome hero came to my aid. I don’t know how he knew where to find me,
but lucky for me he showed up just in time. He jumped into attack mode in a
flash, saving the woman’s life. That’s when I saw red. A crimson stream poured
down Matthew’s pristine white shirt. My body reacted faster than I realized.
The trigger snapped back and a loud blast shot from the barrel of the gun. A
bullet sized hole blew through DeFalco’s head. The live drained from his body,
but his face has haunted me ever since. I don’t know why, but something feels
unresolved, like I missed something.
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