Predetermined Endings Excerpt

Predetermined Endings by Destiny Booze ~ Coming September 7, 2009!

Predetermined Endings Blurb

Angelica Chappell’s story makes huge headlines.  Only a few months ago, she released a new pharmaceutical drug called Krytonix that effectively slows the spread of cancer cells.  She has no idea her story will attract the attention of a serial killer.  Suddenly, she is a target whether she realizes it or not.  This killer is interested in more than her life.  He wants her reputation, too.  His first mission is to sabotage Krytonix.

William
Pierce worked undercover for the FBI for five years to bring down a
ruthless mobster that he ultimately is forced to kill.  Two months passes by since that assignment.  Still, William saw things he couldn’t talk about.  He did things he couldn’t talk about.  He believes his soul is damned.  Returning to “normal” everyday life isn’t an option.  He isn’t the same man he used to be.  He refuses to return to FBI headquarters.  He becomes a rogue agent with an agenda.


These
two characters literally collide when Pierce’s agenda leads him to
Chappell. It will take both of them to keep Angelica alive and to
figure out who is trying to kill her. William soon finds himself
developing feelings for Angelica. Too bad for her killer, William
worked as a trained killer for the mob. Will he find her killer and
hand him over to the legal system to see that justice is served or will
he search and destroy?


Excerpt

She wished he would leave her alone. She even considered putting up the
optional
privacy window between the front and back of the car. Of
course she wasn’t okay.
Didn’t he understand just how serious this situation was?
      
“Want me to turn the radio to that funky station you like?”
      
The “funky” music he referred to was a hip-hop channel that
played a combination
of some rock, some rhythm and blues, and a bit of rap. It was
actually the most
listened to station of the area. It was also Patrick’s
favorite. The old man had odd

tastes. One of her grandfather’s rules was that the station
had to be turned off, or
tuned into a classical station unless otherwise requested by
the passenger. That
rule applied to Chappell family or guests. Patrick was asking
if she wanted that

music so he could listen to what he really wanted to. She
wondered if he knew she
was onto his little deception.
     
“Sure,” she said.
      
“Here you go.”
      
A new Justin Timberlake song filled the car. It didn’t help
Angelica to relax. Her chest
burned with stress and fear. The air she breathed actually
hurt. Her life as she knew
it could be over.
      
After another couple of minutes, Patrick tried again to start
a conversation. “This will
blow over, honey. Trust me. Everything does. People aren’t
going to blame you.
Everybody loves you.”
      
He was so wrong on so many levels. The public would want
someone to blame and
she would get that honor. She would be crucified. She expected
that reaction and it
was justifiable. She knew the burden was hers. Truth be told,
she didn’t care what
people thought and never had. Why should she? She never saw
anyone outside of
the lab anyway. She didn’t care if people hated her because of
Krytonix. She did
care that people were going to die because of her drug. It was
her failure. It was her
responsibility to figure out what was wrong. People’s lives
were on the line. She
accepted that accountability.
      
“Oh shit. Hang on.”
      
The hair on Angelica’s neck stood up when she heard the panic
in Patrick’s
statement. Her stomach nosedived to her feet and returned in
utter turmoil. Her eyes
darted to the road to find the source of the problem. They
were close to home, a
quiet part of town where tourists didn’t venture and traffic
was far less dense. The
road was curvy, leading to a steep grade to the top of a
deserted hillside that held

the Chappell Mansion.
      
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Patrick said again.
      
They were traveling much too fast for the winding road, even
heading uphill. Patrick
was wildly stomping on the brake, but nothing was happening.
The car continued to
accelerate as if he held the gas to the floor. He fought for
control of the steering

wheel, but it looked as if it simply rotated round and round
with the ease of an
arcade game. Patrick’s face was flushed bright crimson and
sweating, his eyes wide
and glazed.
      
“Do something!” Angelica cried in desperation, torn between
shock and fear.

      
It was obvious Patrick was doing his best. The sharp curve
before them would be
upon them in seconds, and unless some kind of miracle intervened, they were going straight ahead—over a sand dune and into the ocean.
      
Angelica grabbed onto the seat and held as tightly as she
could. The car continued
to accelerate. Everything seemed loud. Patrick was groaning.
The radio was
blasting. The roar of the tires was like drums beating a tune
of anticipation.

     
In the last second, when all possible hope of rescue was gone,
Patrick screamed.
Angelica dipped her head in her lap and closed her eyes. The
Lord’s Prayer was on
her lips when she felt the car lurch into the air and plummet
into empty space.

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