The Sludge Below: Radicci Sisters Mystery, #7
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"Have you ever had an author that no matter what they write you just can't wait to devour it? I have had only a handful of authors that do it for me. M.E. is one of those authors." - Fallen Over Books.
Out in the woods.
In the middle of nowhere.
Perfect to be killed off.
Psychic Miki Radicci starts a new career path with the Tenebrous. She'll finally be able to use her ability to solve crimes and find killers as she did with Elite. But hopefully with a transparent working relationship.
First, she has to train at a secret location. With the team that she leads, Miki travels to an isolated camp in the forest where no one knows the other. It seems mysteriously weird but tolerable considering who she works for.
Then a sniper attacks.
Now no one is who they say they are and she may never get out alive.
Buy The Sludge Below and experience an action-filled mystery that deepened the darkness that surrounds us.
M.E. Purfield
M.E. Purfield is the autistic author who writes novels and short stories in the genres of crime, sci-fi, dark fantasy, and Young Adult. Sometimes all in the same story. Notably, he works on the Tenebrous Chronicles which encompasses the Miki Radicci Series, The Cities Series, and the Radicci Sisters Series, and also the sci-fi, neuro-diverse Auts series of short stories.
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The Sludge Below - M.E. Purfield
Chapter 1
D oes anyone else get the feeling we’re going to be shot in the head and left in the woods?
Gray, Miranda, and I, all blindfolded, still, walk over crunching dead leaves and twigs. Ruby Stahl told us that we would be walking on a path since we left the car. We only had a little longer to go before we could take off the black blindfolds that reminded me of a sleep mask.
Would you shut up, Grayson Delisle,
Miranda Cohn says, failing at trying to sound forceful. Miranda is nervous. I can’t help but to be, too. But she could also be cold. She’s wearing one of her conservative dresses that covers from her neck to her ankles. The girl is one step away from wearing a nun’s habit. Offering no temptation to the Devil but plenty for a respiratory infection or the flu. A few times, I offered her a pair of my cotton pants or one of my long sleeve shirts but she said she was fine under her winter coat. I hope she at least has stockings or pantyhose on.
Gray came prepared. He wears jeans that slightly hang from his butt. The few times I spotted white long johns peeked out instead of boxers. In all the years I have known him, I never expected him to be the long underwear type of guy. A plaid winter hat with ear flaps also covers his head, also out of character, hiding his short curly red hair. It makes his sharp-featured face stick out like a deformed weasel. I wonder if he’ll grow a beard again while we’re out here. This cold January air whipping through the woods is good enough reason to grow out my leg hair.
Early last night, Ruby Stahl picked me up from my house. Miranda and Gray were in the back. She gathered them up from their Manhattan and Brooklyn addresses. Like them, I packed up enough clothes for seven days even though we would be spending two weeks away. Stahl said that there would be washing machines at the camp and that it would be easier for us if we packed light.
Prudy and Lorelei stood with me in the hall as the others waited outside in the car. I hated to leave my little sister alone for so long. Yes, technically she will not be alone. Lorelei and Darby will be with her in the house, acting mother and little sister. I totally trust Lorelei with my life and Prudy’s. She knows all our family secrets, all our psychic abilities. Also, Lorelei is good at communicating with Prudy, patiently weaving through her autistic traits. Sometimes I feel she may be better than me.
I paid her enough money for the two weeks that she was able to take off work at the diner and not worry about using her sick days or dent their budget. Even though she and her husband Rick work full time, expenses seem to overwhelm their take-home pay. A common story here in Jersey City, let alone all over New Jersey.
Did you pack enough underwear?
Lorelei asked, her arms crossed, her beautiful face scrunched in doubt. Lately, she has been curling her short blond hair, making her look like a silent film actress. God forbid you walk around with no underwear in the woods. And pads, too. Don’t want bears sniffing around you.
I don’t know,
I said. A bear licking my cooch having a period could be the hottest time in my life.
Prudy guffawed and flapped her hands happily while staring at the floor. I got it. Lorelei was trying to distract us, keep us from crying, and bundling our anxiety. Except for Ruby Stahl, we had no idea where I was going. I trusted Stahl and Miranda and Gray trusted me. But we all knew we would be training for a new job. Two weeks of...no one knew for sure. Probably studying local and federal law. Law enforcement techniques. Psychology? Whatever planned, it would enhance my new job with the Tenebrous. Help me lead a team to find killers and creeps that regular channels cannot find because of their legal and psychic restrictions. Kind of like Elite 2.0. But hopefully better.
I crossed over and opened my arms to Prudy. I waited for her to make some kind of sign that it was okay to hug her fifteen-year-old body. Most autistics don’t like to be touched and that includes Prudy. Though she makes allowances for some family members, even me, I still take the time to ask her permission.
Prudy stepped forward and we took each other into our arms. I buried my nose into her soft, curly black hair that sprung from her head like sunshine and inhaled deep. The slight scent of her vanilla shampoo and moisturizer soaked deep into my lungs. I hoped to never forget it while I was away.
I’m going to miss you, booger butt,
I said. Make sure you listen to and follow Lorelei’s orders.
I broke off of her, looked into her avoiding brown eyes, and held her slight shoulders. You go to and from school. No friends’ houses. No hanging out with Nimrod. He can come here.
I added the GPS app that Prudy and I had on our phones to Lorelei’s in case of an emergency. But, I hope there will be none. Lorelei should have her hands full with Darby. If all goes well, Prudy can help Lorelei with Darby. The kid seems wilder than the average toddler.
She gets that from me,
Lorelei once reluctantly said. I was a terror at that age, too.
But no sleeping over others’ homes,
I told Prudy. No boys sleeping over here. Even if they’re gay.
Prudy sputtered her lips and shook her head.
Yeah,
I said. I know. Nimod is just a friend.
But he is also a fifteen-year-old boy with flaming hormones. He may not mean to do something but the unholy ghost in his gonads may have other plans.
She’s going to be great,
Lorelei offered. Don’t worry about a thing.
I snuck a kiss onto Prudy’s forehead and backed off before she could react.
I know,
I said. Just can’t help but worry.
Lorelei and I hugged. She swung me around side to side and almost sent us to the ground. Laughing, I straightened out.
"You did pack extra pads, right?" she asked.
Don’t worry,
I said. I tracked my period. It comes at the end of January. I’ll be home way before then. But just in case I’ll get pregnant.
Lorelei grabbed my shoulders and shook me.
You better not you crazy bitch!
We broke out laughing.
I picked up my carry-on bag and moved to the door. Lorelei and Prudy waved and I blew them each a kiss. I promised myself that everything would be fine and left the house.
I sat in the front seat of Ruby Stahl’s SUV. Miranda and Gray were in the back. Our bags piled behind them but not high enough to block the window.
I sniffled my snot and tears back into my head and asked, So where are we going again?
hoping Stahl would slip and answer me with honesty.
Nice try, Miki,
she said, steering the car out of the Heights and toward Montgomery Street which leads to the New Jersey Turnpike. The woman in her mid-sixties seemed tired. Her face drawn down and her dark hair streaked with gray pulled back. I guessed she didn’t nap like I did earlier. Perhaps she might munch on those damn animal crackers I see her eating all the time. A bag was probably hiding in the glove box.
Are you okay?
Miranda asked, squeezing my shoulder with her delicate hand.
Yeah,
I said. Just hard. I don’t think I’ve been away for a night from her.
These kids soften you up,
Gray said. He left his wife Lydia and his preteen son Justin behind. I imagined he would be going nuts. Grey loves them to death. Look at me. I got just as much reason to bawl but I’m taking it like a man, bae.
Miranda rolled her eyes.
Don’t listen to him, Miki,
she said. He cried over the Verrazzano Bridge and most of Staten Island. It was touching and disturbing.
I laughed and clapped my hands. Stahl nodded and smiled.
I stopped crying before Staten Island,
Grey said. Don’t make it bigger than it was.
Since I had no idea where we were going, I focused on the lit signs that peppered the roads. Stahl drove NW up Rte 280. When I spotted signs for Fairfield and the Essex County Airport, I asked:
Are we going to fly to this mysterious destination?
Indeed,
said Stahl. Hope you guys don’t get airsick. I checked your medical records and didn’t see any indication you were.
Wait,
Gray said. You checked our records? Like you called up the doctors and asked for them? And they gave them to you?
Stahl flinched at the road.
Really, Gray?
she asked. You think I did that?
Damn,
Gray whispered.
Stahl probably hacked into our records. Everything about the Tenebrous was off the record. Now, so are we.
It was a private jet. No company was written on the side. The interior was nice with leather seats and little tables. I passed a kitchen set-up at the front and wondered if there was alcohol on board. When I took a seat with the others in the middle, I noticed that all the windows were down. I tried to lift one but it wouldn’t budge. Nailed, glued? Definitely weird.
Miranda at the other side of the aisle tried the same with hers.
I guess they really don’t want us to see where we’re going,
I said.
Miranda flashed a reluctant smile.
Guess so,
she sighed.
When the jet took off, Miranda gripped the delicate gold cross she always wore around her neck since I met her, closed her eyes, and whispered prayers to herself. Maybe she was scared to fly. Maybe Ruby Stahl’s deep hacking methods weren’t so deep. Or maybe too much mystery was getting to her. I didn’t blame her.
During the flight, I kept track of the time on my phone. I also