Strange Skies

By Jeb Bohn

"Something's wrong. These aren't clouds."

 

July 17, 1987.

 

A typical summer day in Bisbee, Arizona, is rolling along. The weather is beautiful, providing a picturesque backdrop for hikers, tourists, and everyone else lucky enough to be around.

 

As dusk falls and people settle into their evening routines, a large thunderstorm rolls in without warning. Unfortunately for the town's residents, it's bringing much more than just rain and lightning.

 

At the local radio station, calls pour in from frantic listeners. They report bizarre and macabre events unfolding throughout town. When the power at the station goes out, the host finds out just how bad the situation is.

 

Is this strange storm causing mass hysteria, or is there something in the clouds? Beyond that, will anyone be left alive once the storm breaks?

 

Settle in with Strange Skies and find out… just make sure you leave the lights on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeb Bohn
• Release date: Dec 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215426616

Jeb Bohn

Jeb Bohn is a writer, drummer, and author of the Herman Ingram series. A lover of storytelling, Jeb has spent close to a decade enthralling readers across multiple genres. Through emphasizing humanity, humor, and character, he crafted the sarcastic journalist-turned-unlikely hero Herman Ingram. The character has since appeared in three novels, with more in the future. Jeb received the title of Best American Thriller Author at the 2023 Media Innovator Awards. He also captured Best Sport History Author for North Carolina hockey chronicle, A Storm In Carolina. The book was further named as "One of the Best New Professional Hockey Books" by BookAuthority. When Jeb isn't watching the Carolina Hurricanes or his repeated viewings of RoboCop, he works from his home in Greenville, North Carolina. In his downtime, he enjoys family trips with his significant other and two children. He also makes a mean pot of chili.

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Strange Skies

STRANGE SKIES

JEB BOHN

Copyright © 2021 by Jeb Bohn

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CONTENTS

Steve Richards

Bingham Road

Maria Delgado

Cochise Row

Paul & Annette Barton

Santa Cruz Drive

Jack Richards, Bobby Smith, & David Ellis

Maricopa Drive

Epilogue

About the Author

Also by Jeb Bohn

STEVE RICHARDS

BINGHAM ROAD

KTAZ-FM

Bisbee, Arizona

July 17, 1987

7:43 PM (MST)

"G ood evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Mule Mountain Mixer. I am your host, Steve Richards; with me as always, is my long-suffering producer, Carol. Say ‘hello’ to the listeners, Carol. Carol sends her regards but, even if she wanted to say ‘hello,’ she can’t, since the only microphone in her booth feeds directly into my ear. You’ll just have to trust me.

"Speaking of trust, I have a few words for our infallible meteorologist, Mister Pete Marcus. Ole Pete promised us a weekend of sun and yours truly planned a trip to Roper Lake; I’ve packed my truck and I’m ready to go. I’m so jazzed that I’ve even contemplated leaving after the show this evening and driving straight up. Now, as many of you have likely noticed, an enormous thunderhead has set up shop in the Northeast; big, nasty son of a gun, spitting off heat lightning left and right.

Me being me, I called Pete up, asked him about it, and, according to him, it just showed up on the radar about ninety minutes ago. He called me back just before I came on air and said two more popped up: one in Hereford, the other over near McNeal so, if you had plans, you may want to reschedule. Thus concludes my weather rant; we’ll be taking your calls when we get back.

Steve eased back in his chair and rubbed his forehead, hoping to stave off a burgeoning headache. Have any big aspirations for the weekend, Carol?

Tim’s supposed to take me up to Tucson; dinner and a movie.

Damn, if that’s not a beautiful sentiment. You two spoken anymore about setting a date?

Her right eyebrow raised, settling at an odd angle. Jesus, Steve, I told you last week that we’re set for next March.

You sure did, didn’t you? I’m off my game this evening; damned callers are going to eat me alive.

I wouldn’t count on it.

He cocked his head; Carol nodded. Summers could be a little slow around here, but no calls on a Friday night? That was damn near unheard of. The thought lingered on Steve’s mind as the lights flickered, drawing his eyes upward.

What the hell? he asked, turning back to Carol. Are we still good?

She shot him a thumbs-up and grinned. Looks like we’ve got a call, too; you’re back in ten.

The red light came on and all seemed well. "Welcome back, at least to those of you who can still hear us. It seems the grim storm that’s brewing wrought a little havoc on our equipment. The intrepid Carol tells me we’ve got a caller on the