I am delighted to share an extract with you today for The Crazy Season by Jim Ody………I hope you enjoy it guys
Joel Baxter is infamous for solving weird and bizarre cases that others avoid. So, when he receives an email from a teenage boy Tim saying his town is cursed, he cannot turn it down.
“…I will more than likely be dead when you read this. There is nothing I can do about it. It’s the curse, and we’ve hit The Crazy Season.” Every 20 years, there are a handful of unexplained teenage deaths and it’s started again.
With the help of his straight-talking friend Melody, they set out to get to the bottom of the alleged curse. Everybody in Black Rock has secrets and nobody wants to speak.
The closer they get to truth the more Joel and Melody realise that their involvement is far from coincidental.
His finger hovered over the Melody’s name in his phone. For a fleeting moment, he wondered whether he should just go on his own to Black Rock, but logically it made sense to go with someone else. If he was digging into a town’s secrets, then people would soon find out. In his experience it didn’t take long for locals to determine whether or not you were a tourist. They were happy to take your money but not so happy to tell on their neighbours. Most just wanted to remain left alone and isolated from the world.
He took a deep breath and pressed her name anyway.
“Twice in twenty-four hours!” she said, sounding bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “I was just doing my naked yoga again.”
“You’re trying to shock me,” he said out loud. He’d meant to keep it in his head.
“Not at all. If I was trying to shock you then I’d go into the details about the body hair I removed after you called last.” She sighed. “Clothes are so restricting!”
“No, it’s okay. I believe you.”
“What’s up? I’ve already told you what I’m wearing, so what about you?”
“Is this how our conversations will go each time I ring you?”
“Probably. I like the squirm in your voice.”
“The squirm in my voice?”
“There it is again.” He could picture her smiling. He tried not to picture anything else.
“Okay. Anyway. The reason I called. Maybe we should stay over in Black Rock.”
“Like a dirty weekend?” When she heard the silence she then quickly backtracked. “Sorry. Continuer.”
“Was that French?”
“Anyway. I’m going to go to the hospital to see Cherry this morning, then we can get going.”
“You don’t have to worry,” she then said after a beat or two. The humour had gone, and she was being serious. “I know it feels strange going away with me, but it’s to help others, isn’t it? She’d get that. From what you say, she’s a wonderful person.”
Joel was nodding, and barely managed to respond, “Yes. The best.”
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About the Author
Jim writes dark psychological/thrillers, Horror and YA books that have endings you won’t see coming, and favours stories packed with wit. He has written over a dozen novels and many more short-stories spanning many genres.
Jim has a very strange sense of humour and is often considered a little odd. When not writing he will be found playing the drums, watching football and eating chocolate. He lives with his long-suffering wife, three beautiful children and two indignant cats in Swindon, Wiltshire UK.
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