Shimmer

By Nicholas Markgraf

Find the woman.
That's the job Angus Dickenson, private investigator, was hired to do.

A typical PI, dirty and disgruntled yet discreet and determined, Angus always works to find the light for others in his dark world perspective. But when a long time associate hires him to track down a woman, Angus discovers a chilling secret that changes his entire perspective.

Join Angus as he uncovers clues about himself and the world he thought he knew.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9781312351097

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Shimmer

By Nicholas Markgraf

SHIMMER

Copyright ©️ 2023 Nicholas Markgraf

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or used in any manner without prior written consent of the above copyright owner, with the exception of brief quotations for reviews and other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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Edited by Nicholas Markgraf.

Cover art by Nicholas Markgraf.

Printed by Ingram Spark in the United States of America.

First print edition 2023.

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-312-35109-7

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Chapter One

The faint click of a door opening was barely audible over the low hum of the silver Corvette's engine. A young man dressed in a maroon uniform stood near the entrance of the mayor's estate. His absent gaze, focused on keeping warm in the chill of the night, faded when he noticed the machine in the driveway. He stared, transfixed, as a stunning porcelain-skinned woman emerged from the elegant sports car. Every inch of her exuded a life of luxury and wealth. Her long golden hair danced in the slight breeze. Her black dress, ending an inch above her knees, captivated the valet more than the vehicle she drove. She walked purposefully, taking great care to appear ethereal and elegant. Her black stilettos made no sound against the concrete driveway as she approached the mesmerized youth. It took him a moment to regain some composure.

The valet shuddered as the woman drew closer, his hand trembling as he extended it. Her beauty made his legs weak and his voice timid. I'll take your keys, ma'am, he stammered, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

Keep the car, the woman murmured seductively, her skin grazing the valet's as she handed him the keys. Her flesh was icy and velvety-smooth, her voice tranquil. The words trickled from her lips with no effort, her intonation suggesting ecstasy. Her presence and demeanor emanated a sense of regality; her scent was hypnotizing.

The woman's approach toward the cobblestone manor had the young man captivated; his gaze followed the curves of her body. His mouth watered and his muscles tensed. When she stepped over the threshold of the building, he danced a little to adjust his pants.

Within the manor, massive glass and diamond chandeliers cast flickering shadows across the ornate tiles adorning the ceiling. The white pearl masonry stands in stark contrast to the gray walls enclosing the grand chamber. Abstract pictures hang on the walls, each adorned with its own light embedded in the frame. At the center of the foyer stands a grand staircase, its wooden steps accented with a luxuriously plush white fur carpet runner.

Fancy figures, clad in elegant garb, from suits to gowns of the darkest ebony and the lightest ivory, filled the room. Even a man in orange was present, huddled in clusters of three or four. Every group was engaged in meaningful conversation. The woman surveyed her surroundings, comparing her attire to the guests. She smiled, pleased with the dress she had chosen for the evening. She searched for the most advantageous spot to join in, listening intently for conversations she could easily blend into.

She strolled through the imposing foyer, admiring the sights. As she neared a portrait of Van Gough's famous night sky, she targeted a group of ladies conversing nearby. Extending her arm, she snagged a glass of chilled champagne from a waitress draped in a sleek black-and-white uniform. This woman was clearly distinct from the others, her attire that of one whose purpose was to serve.

The blond sipped cautiously from the glass, relishing the biting taste of the bubbly drink. The tingle reminded her of a place she once called home. She twirled the liquid in her mouth, amused by the familiar sensation. She gulped down another swallow while focusing on the conversation before her, waiting for her time to interject.

Mayor Gelder indulges Senator Hicks a bit too much, said a young lady, her black-rimmed glasses glinting in the bright light. Senator Hicks, at best, will get the Vice Presidency nomination. This fundraiser and public morale party aren’t enough to push him past Governor Dillon’s fame. The man practically eliminated his state’s debt. Not to mention the reduction of the crime rate. She appeared uncomfortable in the skin tight dress that covered her from neck to ankle. Her dark attire shifted and squeaked as she moved her body to address the other women gathering around her.

I think it’s foolish for Hicks to even try, declared another woman. Her frilled white dress starkly contrasted her pitch-black hair. Her face was aged, her voice was posh and sophisticated.

The election isn’t for another year, a younger woman said. Her expression was distant and disconnected from the conversation. Her dress was as dark as her hair. Every woman here seemed intent on presenting her best. As close as he is to the Vice Presidency nomination now, imagine that in a year. Popularity is only a matter of time.

The mystery woman stepped forward from her spot on the outside of the conversing circle of women, raising her hand slightly to begin a conversation. Words don't have time to fall from her lips before a well dressed man interjected from the nearby crowd.

You spoil me, Natalie. His attire spoke of wealth. A black suit with a black vest over black undershirt. Adjusting his black tie and tucking it back into his suit, he continued, Always my most beloved admirer. He kissed Natalie on her brow as he approached the chattering group of women. And favorite niece. He shifted his gaze to the other women. Ladies, I trust our fair mayor’s accommodations are adequate?

Very, Mr. Hicks, the girl with glasses agreed.

Lovely, Hicks cheered. Enjoy your evening, ladies. I have a busy night. He said before kissing his niece again. He then turned away and strode towards the blond woman and the crowds beyond.

Senator! The blonde woman spoke, her voice drowning in the chatter of the room. She pursued Hicks, calling out to him again, her voice more urgent this time. He slowed and turned his head towards her.

Hicks noticed the golden-haired lady calling to him. His gaze widened in awe of her beauty. Miss, he replied. He stopped to allow her to reach him before advancing into another large group of people in the manor.

Senator Hicks, the blond began, having finally reached him. I want to express my loyalty to your campaign.

Well, thank you, miss. Hicks acknowledged her with a nod, turning again to walk beside her. The crowd around them shoved back and forth like a turbine in a strong wind. I’m a little busy at the moment. The mayor needs me.

I’d really enjoy the opportunity to talk to you in private. The woman mentioned, her fingers brushing lightly against the senator's arm.

Gazing intently into her eyes, Hicks cast his gaze downward to her body before releasing a heavy sigh. Come find me after the speech. I’ll listen to what you have to say. He declared, returning his eyes to hers.

Thank you, The blond whispered, barely audible over the noise from the surrounding crowd.

Wish me luck? Hicks questioned, a gentle smile on his face.

The woman gave a half-hearted smile in return. Observing Hicks as he detached himself and continued to traverse the chamber. Good luck. She wilts, unsure if her comment was heard over the noise of the evening.

Hicks stopped in front of a man dressed in white. An ancient confidence about him despite his youthful look. Hicks extended his arm and shook the man's hand, supporting his elbow with his other hand. Mr. Mayor, he greeted.

Mr. Hicks, the mayor rumbled, his voice thick with cigar smoke. Future President. He joked and giggled gruffly, only eliciting a few weak smiles from the audience. His expression hardened as he looked at Hicks. Let's get this started, shall we?

The mayor glided past Hicks, who bowed to give him room to pass. The antique wooden stairs groaned as he ascended to the upper balcony. He surveyed the bustling scene below. The people in the foyer gradually became aware of him towering above them.

Good people of my fair city, he began, and more heads turned to watch him. The whole crowd seemed eager and interested to hear what he had to say. For the last few years, we have enjoyed a greatly reduced rate of unemployment. Gelder paused as the crowd beneath him erupted in applause. Thank you, thank you, he said while motioning for the cheering to cease. He started again, once the crowd had calmed down. You’ve enjoyed, he began again, soon after the crowd became silent, a gracious tax break.

Again the crowd bursts into applause. The blond-haired woman watched the crowd from the wall and joined the celebration. She slowly clapped her free hand over the fist of her other hand, which held a nearly empty champagne glass.

Cleaner water, the mayor continued as the crowd cheered. And a delicate increase in population. He surveyed the audience before carrying on. None of which could be possible without the willingness of the citizens of this city. Nor could it be possible without the political template of my dear friend Senator Mr. Michael Hicks! More applause from the crowd below. Before the senator could treat them to a recitation of his prepared speech, Gelder wanted to recognize the people who'd made the occasion possible. But before we allow the senator to bore us with his overly rehearsed words, I’d like to take the time to thank you all for coming out to this little party of mine and showing your support. Without all of you, all of this, Gelder motioned to his house with his hands. Wouldn’t be possible. Without all of you, I wouldn’t be here again. And without all of you, senator Michael Hicks wouldn’t get the presidential nomination. The crowd erupted into applause again, louder than ever before. So, Gelder began. If you all wouldn’t mind donating just a small amount of your hard-earned cash to support the rise of the future savior president, please do so after the foreclosure of the speeches.

A voice bellowed from the crowd, Where do we donate? The question followed by a cacophony of approval. The spectators appeared to be firmly behind the mayor and his mission to embolden Senator Hicks.

Yes, silly me. Of course, The mayor said, his hands clapping twice. A door on the balcony behind him opened and two men wearing matching ebony suits emerged carrying a small, mahogany box. Not something one would normally think was made for collecting donations, it was far too grand for that, but like everything Gelder did, it had a certain flair. They placed the box onto an ornate ivory table at the apex of the balcony. The two men hastened back to the room in a flourish, slamming the door shut behind them.

Gelder uttered, gesturing to the box, This box will allow for anonymous donation, he explains. Should one feel the need for direct donation, please contact the receptionist at my office or speak with myself or Mr. Hicks directly. The mayor noticed the audience's eyes turning to their wallets and handbags. Enough about donations. Let’s get the man of the night up here. Let’s give a warm round of applause for Senator Michael Hicks! A thunderous applause followed.

Gelder stepped back from the balcony, clapping as he retreated. He made way for Hicks to take his place. The crowd, and the mayor standing beside him, ceased their applause. They stared patiently at the man preparing for his speech.

Hicks scanned the crowd, his vision resting on the goldilocks beauty along the wall. His heart skipped a beat as her stare met his and pierced his soul. Trying to catch his breath, he opened his mouth to speak But paused. He brought his drink to his lips, taking a moment to swallow. Let’s not waste time here, he finally muttered, his gaze returning to the crowd. I appreciate all the support, all the money. I promise to do my best to bring this turmoil state of politics to something less of a mess. I don’t want to take up your time. I’ll do that enough as president, so please enjoy the party. Hicks nodded at the crowd before his eyes found the blonde beauty once more. She winked at him, his heart skipping another beat. Hicks raised his glass in a farewell gesture and drank before retreating from the balcony.

The mayor stepped to the balcony again, greeted with clapping from the crowd. Not as much for words as I thought. But all for the alcohol! The crowd roared in agreement. As the senator said, let the party continue!

Hicks descended the stairs and waited as Gelder reunited with him. Good speech, son, the mayor remarked. A jest, being that he was clearly younger than the Senator. Go get drunk, have fun. Gelder said, giving Hicks a pat on the shoulder, before he waded into the bustling crowd.

As the mayor disappeared into a swirling mass of black and white attire, the blond woman emerged from the crowd. She carried two drinks balanced perfectly in her hands despite the waving chaos of the crowd. Would you like a drink? She asked as she approached the senator, offering him a glass. Senator Hicks stood a moment, captivated by this exquisite woman. This masterpiece.

I absolutely would, Hicks replied, removing the glass from her hand and taking a drink. Lowering the refreshment after just a small sip, he started. You never told me your name.

You’re right. I didn’t, the blond quipped. Tara Thebes.

Pleasure, Tara, Hicks grabbed Tara’s free hand with his own and pressed his lips against the flat of her hand. The business you had?

I hardly deem that important after a gesture such as that. Tara smirked as she spoke, her eyes twinkling in the light of the manor.

You’re right. It isn’t, Hicks retorted, his face smug. Perhaps over dinner sometime?

Naturally, she replied, amused that everything had been going perfectly for her.

It’s settled then, Hicks quickly confirmed. Let’s toast to a night of pleasure. He lifted his glass and clinked it against Tara's, their eyes locked the entire time. Both of them took a sip from their drinks, never wavering from their gaze.

Where shall this pleasure be had? Tara asked after lowering her drink, a smirk betraying her intentions.

I see no better place than the party at hand, Hicks stated boldly.

I think we can do better. Tara purred softly, her voice low and sultry. She leaned in, closing the gap between them, and breathed into Hick's ear. I think we can have a more private meeting.

Hicks let out a surprised Oh as he stepped back from the fair-skinned woman. His eyes narrowed as he quickly gulped down his drink and grabbed Tara's hand. He placed the glass on the railing of the stairs, then guided them both through the dwindling crowd and towards the