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- Herausgeber: Wildside Press
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Emma Watterson was in love with a dangerous man. On the night he showed up at her high-rise apartment with a terrible problem, Emma knew she’d do anything to solve it for him. Deceit and desperation intertwine, exacting a high price for the view they share. A killer view.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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A KILLER VIEW, by Joslyn Chase
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Copyright © 2024 by Joslyn Chase.
Original publication by Wildside Press, LLC.
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A KILLER VIEW,by Joslyn Chase
Emma Watterson stopped tapping at her keyboard and chewed the cuticle of her right index finger as she stared out over the darkening skyline of Seattle. The faint wail of a siren, thinned almost to wind-chime quality by distance and plate glass, caught her attention and she shifted her gaze to the streets below, watching the flashing lights of a police car as it wove through congested city blocks on an errand of public safety.
Emma loved this view of Seattle from her high-rise above the city. Lights shimmered on the Sound, from cruise ships parked along the pier and the Bremerton ferry puffing across from the Kitsap peninsula. At the far right of her windowed vista, she even had a view of the Space Needle, if she moved to the very edge of the sofa and craned her neck.
A thousand points of light, each shining, yearning, reaching out to connect with a human soul, to mean something to someone. That’s what Emma thought about when she looked at those lights on a lonely evening. Light signified life, hope, an invitation.
But not for her.
For her, there was only this report to finish if she was going to keep the job that paid for this view in the sky. And tonight was no different from any other. The little light she sent forth from her apartment window, like a tendril reaching into the void, touched nothing and no one.
Pressing her lips together, Emma stirred herself from the maudlin direction her thoughts were heading and focused on the screen in front of her, sighing over the long night ahead. The greasy, spicy smell of Kung Pao Chicken hovered in the air from the nearly empty takeaway carton at her elbow. Wrinkling her nose, Emma cleared away the remains of her dinner and washed her hands under a warm tap. As she dried them on a dish towel, the doorbell rang.
