Title: Hacked
Up
Author: Ethan
Stone
Publisher: Stone
Publishing
Release Date: Feb
6, 2017
Seattle
is being plagued by a string of gruesome murders. For Detective Peter Tao, it’s
a career-making case, but he’s struggling to find a lead. How is the killer
choosing his victims? What is he trying to prove?
With
a long list of suspects and nothing to connect them, Peter is more determined
than ever to apprehend the murderer. Then Peter gets the one vital piece of
evidence that ties everything together. Now he’ll have to look beyond the
obvious to identify the killer before anyone else is murdered.
Solve
the mystery in this fast-moving crime thriller by Ethan Stone.
Excerpt:
Thank you for visiting me today.
This exclusive excerpt features Detectives Peter Tao and Jamey Nolan.
I’d barely sat down at my desk and
taken my first sip of coffee when Jamey’s phone rang. He answered before it
could ring again.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “We’re on
it.” He set the receiver down and stood. “Let’s go, man. We got a DB at Gas
Works Park.”
I sighed. “Nolan, you did not just take another case, did you?
We have one, remember?”
“I’m pretty sure this one is
connected to the case we caught yesterday.”
I set my java down and regarded him.
“How so?”
“Guy’s missing his junk.”
Gas Works Park had once been an
industrial park manufacturing gas from coal, but the import of natural gas made
the complex obsolete. In the seventies, the place was made into a public park
with the boiler house converted to a picnic shelter. The former
exhauster-compressor building was now a children’s play barn, with a maze of
brightly painted machinery.
The
entire park, including the parking lot, was secured, otherwise it would’ve been
full of tourists and stay-at-home mothers with their kids. The body was on the
outside of the boiler house toward the back. On my first glance, I had no doubt
the two cases were connected. The deceased, a man, was missing his genitals.
Jill was already there, examining the body.
“Except
for the…uhh…guy’s junk being gone, are there any other connections to the body
from yesterday?” I asked Jill.
She
turned the victim’s head to the side and pointed to a hole in the back of his
neck. “Looks like the same cause of death to me, Detective.”
“Damn.”
Other
than their wounds, the two men didn’t have much in common. The first one had
been white, young, and fit, while the second victim was African American and
older, at least fifty, with a shaved head. Not in decent shape at all. He had a
large belly that covered part of the bloody mess at his groin. What other
aspects they shared I couldn’t begin to figure out until I had their names.
Hopefully, that would come soon.
“Time
of death was likely between one and four a.m.,” Jill said.
Two
CSU officers were scouring the area so Jamey and I tried to stay out of the
way. However, when the body was removed, I ambled up to get a closer peek at
where the corpse had been. I didn’t find anything on the ground, but I spotted
something on the wall a few inches away. I examined it closely without touching
it—a red hair.
“Jamey,
check this out.”
He
came over and squatted next to me.
“Wasn’t
a red hair found on the first victim?” I asked.
“Yeah,
but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything,” he said. “This is a public
building. That hair could’ve come from anyone.”
“Including
our killer, right? Won’t hurt to have it analyzed and compared to the other
one.” I plucked the hair with a pair of tweezers and dropped it into a paper
evidence bag, then handed it to a CSU officer.
Jamey
and I checked out the scene for a bit longer before heading back to our car.
Since the park had been closed off to the public, most of the vehicles were the
official kind—ME’s van, police cruisers, and an ambulance. There was one car
that seemed out of place—a white 2013 Audi Infiniti.
I
made a beeline back to our vehicle with Jamey right behind me. “You think that
car belongs to our victim?”
“I’d
say it’s a good possibility.” Using the onboard computer, I ran the license
plate.
“Tyrone
Osceola,” I said, reading the DMV record aloud. “Fifty years old.”
Jamey
checked out the photo. “That’s our guy, though he’s gained at least thirty
pounds since that picture was taken.”
“We’ve
got an address in Hawthorne Hills.” At least with this guy, we had a name and a
place to start.
Bio:
Romance
on the Edge
Ethan
Stone doesn’t write your typical boy meets boy stories. With a combination of
love and suspense he makes his characters work hard for their HEAs. If they can
survive what he puts them through, then they can survive anything. He enjoys
Romance with an Edge.
Ethan
has been reading mysteries and thrillers since he was young. He’s had a thing
for guys in uniform for just as long. That may have influenced the stories he
writes.
He’s
a native Oregonian with two kids. One of whom has made him a grandfather three
times over; even though he is way too young.
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