I swear, I didn’t intend to make Letting Go available at all retail venues, have a short story in a special anthology, release the third book in The Soul Series, AND bring back Blue Silver all in the same month. I mean, that would be seriously poor planning.
But that’s the way it happened.
I’ll have an official post about Blue Silver in a week or so. But in the meantime, here’s a bit of a scene from Harte and Soul. It’s not my favorite scene overall, but it’s a bit that tickles me. 🙂
They studied the building. The image wasn’t high quality because of the dark, and there seemed to be only one light on downstairs, maybe a dim light upstairs.
“Any vehicles?” Peter asked.
Rock swiped. “BMW.”
“The one registered to Vali?”
“Couldn’t get close enough to see the plate with the angle he’d parked at. No other cars, but that doesn’t mean he’s alone.”
“Have to assume he’s not,” Ryc agreed.
“Two access points.” He showed a zoomed-in photo of the front door and then another shot of the rear of the cabin. “Porches on both sides, so that’s going to be noisier. We’ll have to split into three teams. One to stay outside, one go in the front, one in the back. No idea about the floorplan. There’s no time to get that, so we have to wing it.”
“So it’s pretty much just bust in and take down whoever’s inside?” Ryc asked.
“No guns.” Peter braced his hands on the table.
“They’ll probably have guns,” Alexa warned. “We’ll be at a huge disadvantage if we can’t protect ourselves.”
“I know.” He straightened and looked around the group. “I didn’t ask any of you to do this, not explicitly. I’m beyond grateful that you just joined up to help.”
“Well, of course we’re going to!” Samantha threw up her hands. “You don’t have to ask. This is family. So don’t you dare try to tell us we can stay behind if we don’t want to take this risk. That’s just wasting time.”
He smiled briefly. “Okay. Consider it out there, and I won’t—”
“Dude.” Ryc shoved his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up.”
“We don’t have to be unarmed.” Rock walked over to his SUV and opened the hatch, hauling out a long, heavy black box and lowering it to the ground. He unsnapped the latches and flipped it open. “Riot gear.”
Brook leaned over the box. “Rubber pellet rifles?”
“The best in non-lethal weaponry.”
“Which could still kill.” Peter lifted one out of the box. “I don’t like it.”
Alexa took it from him. “That’s why only the best shots will use them, and you’ll have to trust us to aim properly.”
He finally nodded, and they continued.
“I could only get two of these,” Rock said. “But we have two stun guns, too.”
“Awesome.” Alexa took over. “Okay, then Rock, you and I can be outside, front and back, with the rifles. Ryc and Brook can take the stunners. Samantha—”
“I’ve been practicing.” She reached into the hatch and pulled out a short staff and the kubaton she’d had earlier. “I’ll come in behind and work cleanup.”
“Good. You and Peter go in the front, Brook and Ryc the back. Did you see a house alarm?” she asked Rock.
“There’s an access box on the rear porch. I couldn’t see what kind it is, so I don’t know if we can disable it.”
“He’s too far out to be wired directly to the police. We can just cut the lines, and if it sets off the alarm, we move faster.”
“I’m smelling a lot of ‘if’ coming off this plan,” Ryc muttered.
Surprised, Brook laughed. Four people stared at her. “Sorry. He quoted Firefly.” When they just continued to stare, she cleared her throat and looked down. “Anyway.” When the others looked away, Ryc surreptitiously put out his fist. Brook bumped it.