My book “Soul Makers” is published! Time to break out the Champagne – or at least the soda! If you’re into crime and murders, check out chapters 1 – 2 of the story. You might just like it 😀
An ordinary twenty-one-year-old college student wouldn’t have taken an online crash course on lock-picking. An ordinary sophomore wouldn’t even be sneaking into a young man’s apartment in the middle of the night.
But tonight, it was more than just her obsessive-compulsive disorder that set Sabrina apart from most young women she knew. Her best friend was in trouble. Ergo, she had a very valid reason for trespassing.
“Bart,” she called, breath ghosting over the darkened window.
A tricycle roared by, and she ducked behind the potted plants that dotted the entrance to Bart’s apartment.
She pressed her lips together and pushed open the door, glad her picks worked, yet frustrated that Bart hadn’t installed two more locks. How many times had she told him to make sure all his locks could keep out criminals? What if she were a thief? A cold-blooded murderer?
Cagayan de Oro wasn’t exactly a safe place, despite its golden name. Sabrina was about to call Bart again, when she slipped on something. Her first thought was of killing her best friend. Didn’t he know what a mop was? What if someone had slid on this and broken their neck?
But when she brought her wet hands to her face, she recoiled. It smelled like rust, like iron…
“Oh my God.”
She closed her mouth, gritted her teeth, and fished for her cell phone. She flashed a light down her front.
Her hands, her jacket, her jeans, her sneakers – all drenched in scarlet. Her eyes followed the trail of blood, and just a mere inch from her was the open-mouthed, wide-eyed corpse of a man.