Before You Die: A Morgan Davis Story: Morgan Davis Serials, #2

By Amanda Byrd

The client is not always right.

When client Justin Whittaker calls Morgan Davis for help, he gets less than he hoped for. Morgan can't do much to help him - aside from escalating his issue to the tech team - so Justin takes matters into his own hands.

Has Justin gone too far?

Or will Morgan beat him to the punch?

Read Before You Die now to find out!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amanda Byrd
• Release date: May 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201103866

Book preview

Before You Die

(Morgan Davis Serials #2)

Amanda Byrd

image-placeholder

Blacksheep Press

Copyright © 2022 Amanda Byrd

All rights reserved.

No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

Contents

About the Author

1. 1

2. 2

3. 3

4. 4

5. 5

6. 6

7. 7

8. 8

9. 9

10. 10

11. 11

12. 12

13. 13

Also By

About the Author

Amanda has a love of horror and borderline obsession with fictional serial killers. She frequently makes Hannibal, Harry Potter, and Dexter references in normal conversation. She is also a full-time psychology major. When not writing, Amanda can be found reading, playing video games, or watching shows and movies like Mindhunter, Hannibal, Harry Potter, or Dexter. Amanda currently resides in Tampa, Florida with her husband and fur child.

Sign up for the monthly email list and get a free story here

1

He thought he’d beaten me. He thought he’d win. He’d threatened me—threatened my life! — and thought he’d get away with it. Boy, was he sorely mistaken.

image-placeholder

Dragging dead bodies across the sand was exhausting. I’d done it before, and here I was, doing it again. This time, it was Justin Whittaker, a client—or was it customer? — of the online store I worked for. He was in his thirties, bald, his eyes were a pretty shade of blue, and he wore glasses. He stood around five-foot-eight, though he’d never stand again.

So, here I was, dragging his lifeless hunk of meat and bones from the beach into the ocean. I knew it would get a little easier once I’d gotten deep enough in the water for him to float, provided I could get his hefty ass there before rigor really set in.

His shirt had started to soak through with blood, forming the word storyteller as I pulled him. I wanted to pause to admire my handywork, but I couldn’t risk him not floating. I changed my grip on the plastic sheeting and kept pulling.

When I finally got him to the shoreline, the sheeting started picking up clumps of wet sand. At