I love murder mysteries. Totally love them. So, when I look for a good murder mystery, it has got to have all the elements: complex characters, roller coaster twists and heart stopping turns and who-dun-its that will surprise the heck out of you. Sitting down to read J.T. Lewis' "Murder Too Close to Home" really brought all that and then more. From start to finish, I was engrossed in a murder mystery that came to life, making the story more like a movie.
In a small town in Indiana, the worst possible thing that any resident would have to go through is happening. Murder. People are unexpectedly turning up dead. As Gabriel Celtic and his task force team members follow all the clues, they come across the most unexpected puzzle piece...the murderer, the one calling the shots, is most definitely NOT who they expected! As Gabriel and the task force race to find out how to stop the killings and the whys behind, he realizes that so much more is at stake than simply finding a killer. It is quickly becoming personal and only one thing will stop the killer. Can Gabriel take the leap? Will he give the biggest sacrifice he has ever had to give, or will the killer win again?
If you love fast-paced, amazingly written murder mysteries, then look no further than this 5 star worthy crime suspense. You will be swept away into a whirlwind of action and crime, following Celtic and the team as they hunt down the killer of innocent people in a small Indiana town.
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I stood there mesmerized as I
watched the approaching storm, feeling the increasing power with every approaching
second. It seemed to rise in height as it drew nearer, becoming more ominous
and violent as it worked to build for a climax of as yet unknown proportions.
The wall of water finally hit like
a freight train, the house rattling on its foundation. I leaned against the
aluminum frame of the window, my nose only inches from the glass as I strained
to see through the maelstrom.
A blue arc of lightning descended
on the back yard, and I watched in amazement as the bolt flashed multiple
times. I seemed to be watching in some sort of slow motion, the flashes
appearing for as long as five seconds or more. As I watched, two fingers jumped
out of the main flash, each grabbing onto the fence around the back yard before
they slowly traveled around the yard, one each way.
I watched the display in wonder;
the lightning seemed to be playing as it made its way around the yard. Making
its way around the final corner posts, I was shocked to see that it was now
heading straight for the house.
I started to push myself away from
the window when another huge white bolt of lightning struck the yard in front
of the glass, joining the fence riding fingers in a magnificent display of
electrical power. The shock hit me and traveled through my arms, jolting my
brain as I was forcibly thrown from the window and against the opposite wall of
Pushed against the wall, the power
of the lightning coursed through my veins as my eyes held onto the tree-trunk
sized light outside the window.
As I stood there held against the
wall, stillness suddenly enveloped me; there was not a sound anywhere. The
sequoia tree of energy outside my window had stopped moving, turning into a
statue that would do DaVinci proud. As my frozen body stared at the immovable
apparition, a white figure floated out of it, a beautiful apparition.
She was instantaneously in front of
me, laying a hand on my cheek with familiarity, a shy smile on her face below
the bluest eyes I have ever encountered.
have found the work here to be hot, tiring,and monotonous. It appears
to be exactly what I need to keep my mind off my failures of the other life,
the life we shared together, the life I let slip through my fingers. I can
exist here, and that is all I can hope for, all I deserve.
hope you are here with me, but feel free to explore wherever you are at the
moment, heaven must be expansive, with much to explore. You always loved
traveling and exploring new places, and I will be here if you need me, I’m not
going anywhere. I believe this is the
place I should be… I don’t think I’ll ever leave.
We were on our descent into Cincinnati, the last two
hours fairly uneventful, even without my last seat mate, or maybe because of
her not being near.
I pondered over the journal entry
in front of me, having not remembered how fervent my position had been back
then. Although I had still felt more or less the same way until a day ago, I
now carried the sadness of leaving my friend behind to fend for himself.
It was not that Frank wasn’t more
than capable, but I had left him with no backup, I had always had his back. I
just couldn’t shake the feeling that this wouldn’t have happened if I had been
with him, that my self-centered outlook of the last year had cost him his life.
The man walked determinedly toward
his car, but his mind was elsewhere; on the case, or cases as it were. He was
actually making good headway on the investigation by his reckoning, disturbing
headway. He had found the link in the cases he had been looking for two days before,
and it had changed everything! Even he couldn’t believe the ramifications of
The night was warm and he removed
his jacket and hung it over his arm, folding it carefully first. He rubbed his
free hand through his military cut salt and pepper hair, letting his mind
wander, enjoying the weather.
Reaching the car, he dug into his
pocket and pulled out his keys to unlock his government furnished sedan, but
his keys suddenly fell from his hand. He looked down in confusion and wondered
why he just did that, and why all of a sudden he couldn’t seem to move to
He felt a hand then on his
shoulder, hot breath on his neck. “I hear you’re looking for me,” the stranger
whispered into his ear, “thought I would save you the trouble.”
The man reached quickly for his
weapon, but his arm wouldn’t respond; still hanging limply at his side. Fear
was creeping up his spine now. It’s an emotion that he had very seldom
experienced, and he didn’t like the feeling one bit.
The hot breath again, “you will crumble
to the pavement in a moment; let me help you down instead.”
Hands snaked under his arms,
clasped gently around his chest and pulled backwards, lowering his growing dead
weight easily to the pavement.
“There now, nice and comfy. Look at
those stars, aren’t they marvelous?”
The stars were indeed beautiful,
and the man took a good look at them for a change; it had been years since he
had looked at the sky as anything but an overhead certainty.
“I’m very impressed with you; I
wanted you to know that. There are very few people that could have put all the
pieces together. I salute your tenacity detective; unfortunately you were
starting to get in the way of my work. But I want you to know something; you
are a rare breed indeed, one of the good guys.”
The man was thinking, thinking of
his mom and dad. Funny what you think about in times like these. He missed them
a lot; twenty years had passed since they had left this world.
“Let me put that coat over you;
that concrete is probably getting cold. I want to make sure you are
comfortable.” The man on the ground made out the silhouette of a stranger over
him with a wide brimmed hat, the shadows completely concealing his identity.
Thinking now of his friend, he
really only had one. That was ok though, true friendship was rare. He wondered
how he was doing; it had been over a year since he’d seen him. He hoped he had
found some happiness by now.
Wide hat over him again, “time to
say goodbye, and I must admit, it’s been a pleasure.”
The life slowly went out of the eyes;
the man on the ground was gone. The stranger continued to look down upon the
man in the deserted parking lot. Reaching down gently, he laid his palm on the
man’s brow and slid it down, closing the eyes. He then crossed himself,
finishing the ritual by taking to his mouth a pendant hung from his neck with a
chain, kissing it reverently before letting it slide back to his chest.
“Yes indeed, a pleasure it has
been. In a different life, who knows?”
The stranger rose up, removed his
hat and wiped his brow. Replacing the hat fastidiously on his head, he looked
down one final time before proceeding on his way.
Fingers to the rim of the hat, he
tipped the hat slightly with a nod, “I bid you adieu Frank Luther.”
Turning, he walked away
nonchalantly, whistling a tune, the eerie yet vaguely familiar melody filling
the quiet night air.