Dying For Living

By Kathy Grace

"…drenched in perspiration, Terrence Finn woke up from a disturbing nightmare with a splitting headache, his heart pounding and veins throbbing…" 
In this supernatural mystery, Terrence Finn has been kidnapped at gunpoint by his ex-wife and her lover. He manages to escape and run to safety. He reports the crime to the police but is informed of one problem....The couple died last year. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trellis Publishing
• Release date: Jul 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201237646

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DYING FOR A LIVING

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KATHY GAINER

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DYING FOR A LIVING

THE SANDMAN & THE NUN

DYING FOR A LIVING

...drenched in perspiration, Terrence Finn woke up from a disturbing nightmare with a splitting headache, his heart pounding and veins throbbing...

Sitting up straight on the bed, he observed his surroundings and it became clear to him that he was not in his home in 27th Old Crescent Avenue.

Terrence prided himself on his level of smartness and decided not to call attention – not yet. He stood up from what looked like a rusted hospital bed and discovered that the ground was very cool and he was barefoot. He walked over to the thick windows opposite his bed and tried to open it but to no avail seeing that the handles had all been removed. From the looks of what he saw through the windows, he was in a deserted house near a large patch of dense woods about a stone-throw from the house. The sun was setting.

He turned his back on the window and scanned his abode. He was beginning to notice intricate details about the room; like the fact that the ceilings were high and heavily cobwebbed; the air was stagnant, cool and clammy; a bathroom on the right side of the room from the door with a leaky faucet that echoed and maintained a constant and annoying drip, drip, drip sound. His clothes seemed intact, but where were his shoes? He grew more worried as the seconds passed. His watch told him two things: first, it was 7 o’clock in the evening and second, his abductor (or abductors) was not a mugger but something more sinister. He sat back down on the bed, trying to think back to the moments before his capture but he had nothing to recall no matter how hard he tried. All he could picture was a masked gunman and then a blackout. He became curious about his abductor and made up to know who it was. He was a lawyer and he put many people in jail, theoretically, and so garnered a handful of enemies. But he lived a free and accessible life and if anyone had any ill intentions against him, he would have done so a long time ago.

For what seemed like ages, he sat on the bed, his mind coming up with probable kidnappers and no escape plans. He felt helpless. A feeling he had not felt for a very long time.

At 41, he was fairly built with jet-black hair that had the distinguished gray at the sides. His eyes shone an uncomfortable blue making every other feature on his face seem obscure like the scar on his forehead just above his left eye running the whole length of the eyebrow. He got that scar during an experience he never cared to share with anyone – not even Jasmine. His ex-wife was always apprehensive when his scar was brought up in front of people because she knew as much about it as the next fellow.

He first met her at a friend’s bachelor party and they kicked it off fast. By the next morning, he woke up to see Jasmine at his side still sleeping, looking peaceful and at that moment he knew she was right for him. A month later they got married and started a family by adopting twin girls because Jasmine had always loved twins and was not ready to be pregnant yet. Things were going great – as they should. Their three kids, Sam and Amy, twin girls and Josh, their younger brother (adopted four years after), were their bundle of joy. Sam and Amy gave Josh an age difference of four years and they were nine years old when he got transferred to the main firm in Baltimore with an increased salary and allowance. Things