The Bones Will Tell Is Here!!

I’m proud to announce my ninth book is out and available on Amazon!!!

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THE BONES WILL TELL, A Skye Cree Novel

One cunning serial killer has met his match.

​A serial killer has the city of Seattle gripped in fear. As his bloody total continues to mount, Skye Cree gets dragged into the mix by her longtime friend, homicide detective Harry Drummond. Desperate for leads Harry hopes Skye’s special gift for locating missing children might be the answer. When Skye brings in Josh Ander, together they’ll face the most cunning adversary they have yet to hunt. As weeks turn into months, as the number of victims continues to climb, Josh’s vivid dreams of the crime scenes are the only key to unlocking the mind of a killer. But can Skye and Josh turn the tables fast enough when the unstoppable killer decides to come after her? Especially when the best clue they have is the revelation that—the bones will tell.

EXCERPT:

Prologue

Six months earlier

Seattle, Washington

His first taste for killing happened when he was eight. On a visit to his grandparents’ farm, he’d snared a rabbit in a trap he’d built himself. He’d taken out his trusty Swiss Army knife then and there and slit its throat right before he’d skinned it.

But that had been twenty years ago. Since then he’d graduated to bigger and better rabbits. He chuckled at his own joke as he made another pass on foot, past the house where the blonde lived who he’d been spying on for the better part of a week.

He’d already been inside her townhouse. He knew her name was Carrie Bennington and that she lived alone, except for the occasional men she brought home for pleasure and companionship, always on the weekends. He smiled. Carrie didn’t have to worry too much longer about whether she would be alone or not, or how she spent her time, or how dedicated she was at her job as an administrative assistant.

Because the clock ticked and the Grim Reaper waited for Carrie like a long lost friend, or maybe it was a nice friendly labradoodle. Either way, he’d picked Carrie after she’d caught his eye at the marketplace and he’d followed her home. That had been a week ago last Saturday. He’d waited until that Monday morning after she’d left for work before he’d picked the lock on her sliding glass door and slipped inside. That had been the first time, the neighbors none the wiser. So much for the neighborhood watch program.

Because he was good at climbing, athletic and lean, he didn’t let things like a two-story apartment building dissuade him from getting at his quarry, not if he really wanted to get inside. He’d been a long distance runner in high school and still kept in shape. But even so, he liked to keep it simple. He preferred it when his victims had the good sense to own their own homes. Like Carrie who lived in a stylish two-story townhouse with an undersized courtyard.

He’d spent hours there going through her closets, her dresser drawers, even her refrigerator. He’d used her bathroom. After all, when the urge to take a dump hit a guy, he had to go.

Every day this week he’d spent some time in Carrie’s home. He’d watched. He’d waited. That’s how he knew what time she left for work each morning, what time she unlocked her front door every evening, and where she picked up men during happy hour on Friday and Saturday nights.

He knew she kept a vibrator in her nightstand, the one on the left hand side of the bed. He knew which store she’d purchased her last pair of underwear from.

It excited him that he could come and go as he liked. He touched the ring he carried inside the pocket of his hoodie, the ring he’d taken from her jewelry box, some dime-store trinket he’d known when he took it that she’d never miss. The ring kept him focused, had for a week. Not that he needed incentive or purpose to think of what he wanted to do to Carrie. But the ring was a reminder that he could come and go in her things, get inside the place where she should’ve been the safest whenever he needed or wanted.

Standing under the light from a street lamp, he watched as Carrie’s bedroom light went out right on schedule. Ten-thirty. He shook his head. One thing about Carrie, she was dependable.  He walked to the end of the block, sliding into the shadows of the alley behind her co-op. When he reached the six-foot fence, he took the time to stretch on a pair of gloves. He had help vaulting over the barrier by using crates he’d had the forethought to stack along the alleyway beforehand.

In the backyard, he took out his penlight. He went over to the little outdoor shed Carrie used as a greenhouse, found the metal pipe he’d spotted there a week earlier. He hefted the weight onto his shoulder and stepped to the sliding glass door. He didn’t need the tool to break the glass. Only amateurs made too much noise. And he was no novice at B&E or killing. No, he had another use in mind for the heavy rod. From the inside of his pocket, he took out his mask, pulled it down over his head. He pulled out his picklock and went to work on the door he’d already breached once before.

Inside the living room, he scanned the area using the beam of light. Even though he had familiarized himself with the location of the sofa, the coffee table, the bookcase—which wall held the flat-screen television, which side of the room had the fireplace—he still took his time until his eyes adjusted. But knowing the layout made it easier for him to make his way to the staircase in short order. He managed to avoid the steps that creaked along the way up and kept to the path that allowed him the art of surprise.

When he stepped into Carrie Bennington’s bedroom and stood over her sleeping form, he paused long enough to appreciate her golden hair, her soft skin, her long neck. By the time he placed his hand over her mouth it was too late. He thrilled at the terror he saw reflected in her green eyes. Not only that, but it excited him to know his face would be the last one she’d ever see.

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16 responses to “The Bones Will Tell Is Here!!

  1. Fabulous … well done, Vickie, bet you’re buzzing. Kudos for you my lovely friend, n x

  2. sherry fundin

    Hi Vickie. That is a fantastic cover. I LOVE it! Made the hairs on the back of my neck stick up. LOL I can hardly wait to read it.

  3. As with all your Books, this looks like a winner. It’s on my list to read.

  4. sherry fundin

    Yes it does. That is what I was TRYING to visualize before. It’s screaming at me. It’s saying, “Read ME!” LOL. Well done. Did David do this one also? I can hardly wait to see what you come up with for the next book. It will be hard to beat this cover, though. I posted this on my blog:

    http://www.fundinmental.com/?p=7717

    • Yep, David did this one, too. Do you mean what the next cover in this series will be? That would be The Box of Bones. Or do you mean Starlight Dunes in the Pelican Pointe Series? Starlight Dunes will come out first before The Box of Bones. 🙂 Thank you for sharing, Sherry!! You ROCK!!!

  5. sherry fundin

    I meant this one, but you have another PP coming out? WOW. You are a writing fiend and I am happy to know that you put them out faster than I can read them. LOL Box of Bones. I am real curious to see what David comes up with for that.

    • There’s a preview of The Box of Bones inside this one. 🙂 I’m actually ahead of schedule with Starlight Dunes. Might have it out by the end of October instead of Christmas. 🙂 Woot!!

  6. sherry fundin

    I’ve got to read faster. LOL Have a great weekend.

  7. Congratulations! That cover looks great, and the prologue? *shiver* 🙂

  8. I just officially finished this book in less than 24 hours! I loved it I cant wait for the next one in this series. I guess I will start reading the other series of books that are already out. You are an awesome writer I hope you have continued success.

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