The Apparition: An Andromache Jones Mystery

By Sammi Cox

It is three days since Andromache Jones suffered her ordeal at the hands of The Magician and she doesn't know what to do with herself. She doesn't think that she is up to working. She is not very keen on the idea of getting out of bed. In truth, all she wants is to be left alone. Unlucky for her, Jean Pottersworth is very persistent. Does she have a case that might chase away Mac's blues?

The Apparition is the second short story in the Andromache Jones Mysteries series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sammi Cox
• Release date: Feb 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310461200

Sammi Cox

I am avid reader and writer, and have been since I was a child. I have a varied taste in literature, ranging from the classics to pagan, from fiction to non-fiction, and sometimes I even enjoy a spot of poetry.

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THE APPARITION

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Sammi Cox

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The Apparition

Copyright Sammi Cox 2014

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The Apparition

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Chapter One: A Little Reflection

Andromache Jones was lying in bed, as she had done for the last couple of days, the purple duvet pulled over her head in an attempt to keep out the world as she tried to rest. A chase around the English countryside as if your life - or the life of someone you loved - depended on it, followed by lengthy interviews with the police can be quite exhausting after all.

And yet, Mac, as she preferred to be called, had hardly slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she was instantly transported to Flinders Forest. The fear in her heart returned. The panic in her chest returned. Tall, dark, ominous looking trees loomed over her, but there was one thing that held her concentration indefinitely. A headstone on which the single word, Iphigenia, was engraved.

The Game. He had called it a game, but it wasn't fun. It was deadly serious. People were already dead because of The Magician. They had failed the challenge he had set them. So had Mac, by a mere one minute, but for some reason, he had spared her. As she lay in bed, thinking of her time spent in the woods, she subconsciously rubbed her sore fingers which had bleed as she tried to rip the lid off a coffin buried in the ground.

No. The Game hadn't been fun at all.

The final note she had received from the madman promised that this wouldn't be the last time Mac heard from him. Three days had now passed, and he hadn't tried contacting her. Whether he meant what he said, or whether this was just another part of The Game, one that kept her wondering and waiting for his sudden reappearance indefinitely, Mac didn't know. What she knew perfectly well, on the other hand, if they were to play again, it wouldn't be by his rules. She would make certain of it.

When she returned home that Friday evening, Mac was sad to learn that no one had realised she had been missing, let alone kidnapped. The Magician's planning had been meticulous. This only served to fuel the vengeful fire that burned within her.

Of course, when it came to speaking with the police, they were more concerned about the ins and outs of her kidnapping as opposed to how she had used her more...specialised gifts to complete The Game, albeit not quick enough. Those gifts were the reason The Magician had targeted her; he had wanted to see how she used them, how they worked. It fascinated him, he had said.

Feeling despondent and depressed, not to mention cross with herself for not foreseeing such an event in her own future looming on the horizon, she had withdrawn within herself, choosing to stay in bed. Her family had gathered around her, offering their support but there was little they could do. Knowing her as they did, they understood that this was going to hit her hard. Mac always felt better when she thought she was in control of her life, due to the fact that her gifts could make things a little unpredictable. She worked best with purpose and direction; to be at the mercy of a madman could only lead to her feeling dazed and acting remote as she tried her best to find a little understanding in what had happened.

Really, all Mac wanted was a little time by herself. Having everyone around her only made her feel more frustrated and claustrophobic. Once the couple of days off from work that her boyfriend, Crabtree Simpson, had been granted were over,