Justice has arrived! She's available NOW in paperback! Feel free to buy her here in my storefront for an autograph copy or for a 40% discount on orders of 6 or more from my publisher, zonepress.com. Of course, she's on Amazon and B&N, etc...
The first review is in:
Author: John Boundy Publisher: Zone Press ISBN: 978-0-9796698-4-2 Genre: Thriller Mystery For the reader who likes tales of good versus evil, here is a story you will enjoy. Thriller, mystery, murder, fraud--a little of everything blended by talented author John Boundy to craft a tale the reader will enjoy. Milton Conger appears to be a kindly psychiatrist, like the family doctors of old, but he is anything but. In his predacious dealings with his patients, Dr. Conger runs up against attorney at law, Ernie Holmes who is handling a case for Eva Vogel. Holmes' investigation into the case convinces him that Dr. Conger may be doing something wrong. As an assistant District Attorney, author John Boundy knows the justice system and uses this knowledge to craft a well blanced tale that any reader will find satisfying. You will find yourself wondering if the characters could be real so well drawn are they. A story that could be taken from the news any day, any where. Dr. Conger shows us just how easy it is to manipulate the medical system as set up by corporations and the government. He is the type of person no one would suspect and thereby hangs the tale. I'm pleased to recommend this book as a worthwhile read. Enjoy. I did. Anne K. Edwards, MysteryFiction ezine, Voice in the Dark
Here is the first page...
Justice is Coming
As the rain pelted his face and chains of white light flashed above him Ron Piper begged for his life, "Please man, oh God, don't do this. You don't have to. I won't tell anyone, I swear man. You got my word, I'll never tell. You gotta believe me." Piper bowed his head to escape the relentless sting of wind whipped rain while he sobbed. The deck of the boat pitched another fifteen degrees as eight-foot waves of black water crashed against her bow.
The shadowy figure of his tormentor never stopped working. Piper's legs and ankles bled where the leather straps bit into his skin, binding him to the three concrete blocks piled at the deck’s edge. For what seemed hours, but were mere minutes, Piper looked on with horror as the bonds were placed.
Piper’s brain screamed this couldn’t be happening as he shivered in fear before renewing his plea. "Please, please man, I swear, you don't have to worry about me, I'll never say a word."
The figure spun. Lightning lit his face, "You don't get it do you? The doc trusted you. All he did was try and help. You could'a had it all. A simple job was all you had to do. You should'a trusted him but you didn’t. You're a traitor. Now you gotta pay." The dark form turned back to his task.
"I couldn't do what he asked. It was wrong. "
The figure whirled and sneered "Wrong? What do you know about wrong? The doc only tries to help but always gets hurt. He asked you to help set things straight. " The emotional explosion ended as abruptly as it began.
As the heat of anger passed, the form sat back. Momentarily drained, he stared blankly at Piper.
Mesmerized by the intensity of the outburst, Piper couldn’t help himself, "What?"
"Didn't you learn nothin'? He only tries to protect us. Hell man, that's all he's ever been about, protecting us from them."
In Pipers’ final moments the clarity struck him like a train. It was hopeless. Like one of the Manson clan his killer blindly followed the will of another. With his life hanging in the balance he made one last try. "I swear man, you let me go, I'll never say a word to anyone. You don't have to worry about me."
The shadow stood looking down on him as lightning danced in the clouds above. Piper caught a glimpse of the wicked grin. The form spoke with an eerie calm, "I'm not worried. You're right. You're not going to tell anyone anything."
Pipers' head turned. In slow motion he watched the polished toe of the combat boot rise off the deck and move toward the blocks. Slowly it pressed down. Thick layers of polish cracked under the pressure and forced the blocks the final inches and over the side. Pipers' fingers dug desperately at the deck trying to get a grip, but they were bound in the wrong direction.
Skin tore from his knuckles and blood streaked the deck as he slipped over the side with a piercing scream silenced by the water as it engulfed him.
The last image etched in Ron Pipers' mind was the face of the dark man, smiling as he watched Piper sink deeper into the black depths and disappear. |
