normal as anyone, but with a secret so unimaginable that their very
existence is a threat to humanity. But times are changing and the
Firsts are eager to live openly and take their rightful place in the
world once again. The only thing stopping them is John, who has seen
the best and worst of all of mankind and knows that some truths are
best kept secret. He has kept his own life simple and unassuming
because he knows it’s the only way to stay out of the system and
under the radar of world governments, secret organizations, and
assassins alike. But when an old enemy shows up on the same day that
a beautiful young woman needs his help, John quickly finds himself in
the fight of his life against elite hit squads, ruthless psychopathic
murders, and a black-ops cutting-edge technology that was
specifically designed to track down him and other Firsts like him,
all while trying to unravel the mystery of this new woman in his life
without getting her killed and keeping her from killing anyone who
doesn’t deserve it. From the American Midwest to Syria and Paris,
John Smith is both predator and prey, but he can no longer survive on
his own, and so with the help of the only people he hopes he can
trust and more luck than he deserves, he faces down his fears and
takes on his enemies the only way he knows how: with everything he’s got.
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 3
The traffic on Delmar is backing up and the sidewalks are packed with the business lunch crowd. My pickup is three blocks down on the other side of the street in one of the free parking lots behind the shops and restaurants. I get to the corner of North Skinker and start to cross with everyone else when I hear a buzz. But I don’t recognize anyone in the crowd that’s starting to cross within five feet. Besides, the only other First in St Louis that I know of is Maurice. And nobody can miss Maurice in a crowd. Huh. I stay put, apologize to everyone that’s bumping into me because they’re moving to cross. I look like an idiot tourist that’s never seen a crosswalk. Everyone gets across, the light turns, traffic starts back up and it’s just me standing here. Listening to that buzz. What the hell? And now the buzz is moving up and down in pitch. And then it starts to jump around. Oh. I know what this is. As I recognize the piercing sound, my adrenaline kicks in. I spin around looking for a girl. Should be in her late teens, maybe twenty. I see the profile of a black girl with shoulder-length braids sitting at one of the crowded tables at the corner of the pastry shop behind me. It must be her.
Fifteen feet away. Fifteen mother fucking feet away and I can hear her buzz. Shit. That’s bad.
A couple huge steps and I’m next to her. I need her to trust me and quickly so that I can get her somewhere where there won’t be any witnesses.
stories published in the US and Japan. He was born in St Louis,
Missouri, in 1969, and grew up 30 miles southwest in High Ridge, MO.
He received a B.A. – English from the University of Missouri –
Columbia and an M.A. – Media Communications from Webster University
before moving to Wakayama, Japan, with his wife to teach English as a
Second Language to public school children for three years. Now back
in St Louis, he enjoys writing suspenseful, action-packed thrillers,
painting, traveling, and volunteer work for local literacy non-profits.
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