Excerpt of the day:
Looking up at the soldier’s face as he took the card back, Bill glanced over the man’s shoulder and was greeted with an alarming sight. Up on the hill, on this side of the razor-wire-topped chain link fence, was a large gun aimed straight at his face. He couldn’t see anyone behind it, but he was sure at this point that someone was back there, probably more than one someone.
“Thank you,” he was told abruptly. The little car shook as the trunk was slammed shut, and a soldier on the far side of the barrier waved him through. Feeling as though he had just taken a trip through an alternate reality, Bill drove out from the between the concrete pylons and onto the deserted far side of the highway. He reached the parking garage, left the car, and walked into his office in a haze.
No research today...just poking through my plot cards and trying to figure out which one to attack next. And asking a couple of procedural questions of Craig, who I'm beginning to think should be writing this novel instead of me!
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