The Florists' gruesome journey began in Killer Scents....
" In Scent of a Killer, the nightmare is far from over for the two Harley riding detectives. The Florist is on the run with one thing on his mind.... revenge. "
Blurb:
Not even being locked up in an
insane asylum is going to stand in the way of Danny aka The Florist exacting
his revenge. Detective Becca Talbot is at the top of his list, but he can’t
resist the temptation to mess with her mind first.
Becca doesn't know how
much more she can take of Danny’s sinister acts. It seems they are one step
behind every move he makes. How can they turn the tables and catch him in his
own tangled web? More importantly, can they do it before anyone else falls prey
to his demented mind?
Excerpt:
From the
corner of her eye, she spotted a girl dressed in a long peasant skirt, carrying
a basket filled with red roses. Her heartbeat raced as the girl’s gaze settled
on her and she began crossing the distance between them.
“Excuse me,
gentlemen. I need to use the little girls’ room.”
Becca
squelched the hysteria rising up as she reached the flower girl and lightly
clasped her arm. “Please follow me,” she said as loud as she dared.
The young
girl nodded discreetly as she continued on her solo way to the bathroom. Once
inside, Becca put her hands on either side of a sink and dropped her head,
breathing in and out slowly in a futile attempt to remain calm. Seconds passed
before the door opened and the girl came in.
“Is
everything okay?” Her hand moved as if in slow motion to take a rose and
present it to her. “A gentleman in the foyer asked me to deliver this to you.”
Her hand
trembled as she took the purple rose from the oblivious woman.
“What did
this man look like?”
She shrugged.
“I couldn’t tell. He wore a hat and long coat, and some kind of scarf hid his
face except for his eyes.”
“Didn’t you
find his appearance a little odd?”
“At first
yes, until he told me about your dinner date and his allergic reaction to seafood
and being covered in hives.”
Becca shook
her head.
The girl lifted
her basket slightly. “If it’s okay, I really need to get back to work.”
“Oh, of
course ...?” She searched for a name tag on the girls’ shapeless dress.
“Jennifer.”
“Thank you, Jennifer.
Do me a huge favor and keep this incident between us?”
Jennifer
mimed zipping her mouth shut before spinning around and leaving. Becca twirled
the rose between her fingers and snuck out of the bathroom to the front doors. On
the other side, the doorman stood at his post with his hands clasped behind his
back.
She pushed
the door open. “Excuse me, but do you make a habit of letting masked men in
with no questions asked?”
The man
stepped back from her outburst. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t know what you’re
talking about.”
Of course you don’t. Danny isn’t
stupid enough to walk through the front doors.
“I’m sorry.”
She hurried out to the parking lot and came to a full stop amidst the rows of
cars, holding up the rose. “You don’t scare me,” she shouted and dropped the
flower, crushing it with her shoe and grinding it into the asphalt. “I hope
you’re watching you sick son-of-a-bitch. Hear this! I’m going to find you, and
when I do, you can kiss your sorry ass good-bye!”
Adelle Laudan
Something for the Rebel in All of Us
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