When down-on-his-luck minder Chase takes on a job for a fading gangster, the job and his charge both turn out to be very different to what he expected. Someone is trying to sabotage the mobster’s business and doesn’t care who they hurt in the process. Soon Chase finds himself on the run with his charge, trying to carry out a friend’s last wishes before their pursuers catch up with them.
They sneaked down the stairs and along the corridor like ghosts, the voices of the killers shouting in the distance. Chase went first and they reached the long, white kitchen. The spare sets of car keys were in a box by the back door so people could take or return them on the way out. He had just grabbed one when Jody clutched his arm.
“I have to go back for my phone,” he hissed.
“Really? You little—” But Jody had a point. They needed phones to communicate. “I’ll come with you. Just a sec.” He pointed the key through the window blinds at the parked cars lining the driveway by the garage and the red Ferrari 458 flashed its lights. “Nice.”
“Come on.” Jody pulled his arm again and they crept out of the kitchen towards the stairs and Jody’s bedroom.
They reached Jody’s room and it only took him a few minutes to locate the phone and shove it in his pocket. Then Chase remembered something.
“Quick, come with me.” He steered Jody into Tony’s office, unlocked the safe, took out stacks of notes and put them in his rucksack.
“What are you doing?” Jody glared at him. “Stealing?”
Chase pushed him against the wall—no time for pleasantries. “Listen, we’ve got to go or they’ll kill us too,” he snarled in Jody’s face. “Understand? Come with me or I’ll leave you to them.”
Jody gulped and nodded, his brown eyes wide.
“Good.” Chase let him go and dragged him out of the office and down the stairs.
What talent do you wish you had but don't?
I’d like to be able to sing beautifully or dance well. And any kind of sporting or physical talent would be good, because I’m a confirmed bookworm who lives in my head all the time and can’t do anything practical.
Will technology save society or destroy it?
Probably destroy it. Stephen Hawking reckons that Artificial Intelligent will quickly kill off all humans, like in the Terminator story. I think it’s crazy to invent machines which can think for themselves and create themselves—I’m sure they’ll soon see humans as pests. So we better make the most of what time we’ve got left…
Catherine L Byrne writes stories about relationships which push buttons and provoke reactions from readers. She writes about both gay and straight relationships, depending on which characters in her books shout the loudest to have their stories told.
An inquisitive author, she prefers writing about different situations in each book rather than writing a series about the same one—her stories range from 10th century Viking Britain, to modern educational settings and from mystery to romance.
As she was born and bred in England and lives there with her family, this infuses her books with a distinctly English tone. She has been writing since as long as she can remember and Extasy Books have published her novels since 2014.
2 comments:
Thanks for featuring my book on your blog today :) So sorry, I have only just seen it here, I meant to comment earlier.
It was our pleasure, Catherine :)
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