Exposed

By Alex R Carver

Some secrets should remain hidden, exposing them can get you killed.

Julian wants a normal life, the only trouble is, he isn't normal. 

When Adam and Harry come into the petrol station looking for trouble, though, their actions threaten to expose his secret, a secret that would make him a wanted man - wanted by lots of people, for lots of reasons.

Now he has to leave behind the life he's been building and start over again, but before he does that, Adam and Harry must pay. 

This is a novella of approx 8,000 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: ARC Books
• Release date: Jan 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386705680

Alex R Carver

After working in the clerical, warehouse and retail industries over the years, without gaining much satisfaction, Alex quit to follow his dream and become a full-time writer. Where There's A Will is the first book in the Inspector Stone Mysteries series, with more books in the series to come, as well as titles in other genres in the pipeline. His dream is to one day earn enough to travel, with a return to Egypt to visit the parts he missed before, and Macchu Picchu, top of his wishlist of destinations. When not writing, he is either playing a game or being distracted by Molly the Yorkie, who is greedy for both attention and whatever food is to be found. You can find out more about Alex R Carver at the following links https://twitter.com/arcarver87 https://alexrcarver.wordpress.com/ https://medium.com/@arcarver87 https://www.facebook.com/Alex-R-Carver-1794038897591918/

Book preview

1

Julian woke a fraction of a second before his alarm sounded, and he snaked a hand out from under the covers to turn it off before the first note finished.

With none of the reluctance the average person showed, he threw back the sheet that covered him and all but sprang from the bed. He landed lightly on his feet and stood there for a moment, looking around.

To anyone else, the room would have been pitch black, too dark to see anything, but he had no problem making out the interior of his bedroom. Everything was just as it had been when he went to bed, not that he thought anything was likely to have changed since he had sensitive hearing, and would almost certainly have woken if anything, no matter how minor, had happened.

It was habit, though, for him to check for changes or danger the moment he woke, as so many of the things he did were habit.

Once he was satisfied that everything was alright, Julian made his way out of the bedroom and along to the bathroom, which was only a few steps away. It wasn’t until he got there that he turned a light on – the sudden glare made him blink his steel grey eyes rapidly for a moment.

He ignored the mirror over the sink, looking in it was a human reflex he had trained himself not to respond to, and stepped into the shower, where he gave the tap a quick twist. It spun until it stopped of its own accord, and the water lashed his skin with the force of a whip. The water had barely reached its maximum temperature, hot enough to have most people wincing and reaching for the cold tap, when he finished cleaning himself.

Giving the tap another quick twist, he shut off the flow of water and ran his hands over his body, stripping off the excess water. Invigorated, as he always felt after such a shower, he snagged a towel from the rail and stepped out, so he could rub himself dry before dropping the wet towel in the laundry basket.

The last thing Julian did before leaving the bathroom was clean his teeth, which he spent more time doing than he had showering – dental hygiene was very important to him, and he brushed and flossed until he was sure his teeth were clean enough to pass inspection with the most stringent of dentists.

Returning to his bedroom once he was done in the bathroom, he made his way over to the window. He pulled back the heavy curtain, which prevented even the smallest amount of light from entering the room, and looked out. He spared a quick glance for his car, a battered old VW Golf, making sure it hadn’t been either stolen or vandalised, a possibility given he lived in a neighbourhood known for trouble, and another for the street.

His car was still there and undamaged, and the street was empty, so he turned his gaze to the cloudless night sky. He was always amazed by how at peace the simple act of gazing at the