Drop Dead Zone

By Mark Troy

Burn in! That's what it means to hit the ground at terminal velocity. Val Lyon's adrenaline is pumping on her first sky dive. The speed, the wind, the snap of the canopy is the thrill of a life time. But that all changes when one of Val's sky jump masters burns in. Was it an accident or was it murder? Val must find out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Troy
• Release date: Aug 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466009813

Mark Troy

Mark Troy is a native of St. Louis, Missouri. He and his wife served as Peace Corps Volunteers in Thailand where they taught English and supervised student teachers. After the Peace Corps, the Troys moved to Hawaii for graduate school. They now live in Texas where Mark is an administrator and researcher at the Texas A&M University. Mark has degrees from Quincy University, Washington University and the University of Hawaii. The Troys have two sons a daughter-in-law, one granddaughter and one grandson.When not writing, Mark runs marathons. He has completed 18 so far.

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Drop Dead Zone

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Mark Troy

Published by Ilium Books at Smashwords

Copyright 1998 Mark Troy

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Originally published by Mystery Buff Magazine, February 1998

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The Big Dance With Death -http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/81848

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The lyrics to American Pie tumbled through my head: This will be the day that I die.

I sat on the floor of the Cessna, knees to chest, bound in a webbed harness that clamped the blood flow below my crotch and squashed my boobs like a medieval breast band. My insides churned like chem lab beakers.

How did I manage to get myself into this situation? In a word: adrenaline. Not enough in the detecting business.

Besides the pilot, whose name I didn’t know, the others in the plane were Art Sorel, the jumpmaster, Tori Reber, my parachute instructor, and a cameraman I knew only as Justin.