The last book in my N’awlins Exotica series is See No Evil. In this one, I’m concluding the long search for the serial killer that’s plaguing the Crescent City with his reign of terror. I’m also bringing back a familiar vampire from my N’awlins Paranormal series to assist.
As with the other books, the chaos that Eli Peckard has brung to New Orleans is surrounded by a love story. Beautiful dancer, Naomi Beneviere and quirky CSI, Waylon Mooney are already seeing one another, but their newfound relationship is tested when Naomi dreams of the killings of several dancers as well as what could be her own demise.
This series has been a blast and although I’m sad to put some of these characters to rest, I am excited to finish up what’s been a very fun collection to write. I’m in the midst of writing the book as we speak and I hope to release See No Evil before Christmas.
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Here is a special sneak peek! Unedited, so all mistakes are mine.
“So you’re saying you got someone who saw him? The actual killer?” Waylon Mooney ran his hand through his hair and said a silent prayer to the gods above. Could it be the ending of this case that lingered for almost a year, making the whole department, make that the whole city, crazy?
“Yep. We think so.”
Thank fucking Christ!
“Waylon? You still there man?”
Waylon shook his head, listening to Officer David Mulroney talk. David just so happened to be on the beat with Ernest Blakely when they found what could’ve been the serial killer’s seventh victim, but something happened in the interim to change her fate.
I wonder did Ryland or Ryder have anything to do with this?
When Waylon thought about Kajika Fortier’s immortal family members, he wondered had they done something to make things easier on the department. Ryland did say that they couldn’t because it would upset their elders, but perhaps Ryland felt it important to disobey. Either which way, Waylon was very grateful because NOPD wasn’t successful on finding the serial killer on their own. Truthfully, they’d need some kind of otherworldly intervention to catch this nutjob.
Hearing David bark through the phone, Waylon grimaced and removed his glasses. He’d been working ten to fifteen hour shifts so his partner Moto could go home to his family. When he wasn’t at work, he’d been spending time with N’awlins Exotica’s hottest dancer, other than Kajika, Naomi Beneviere. Waylon had a crush on Naomi that spanned about three months and they were finally getting to know one another better.
“Shit. Sorry, David.”
“Dude, you need sleep. Maybe if you guys get this case cracked you can take some time off and spend it with your new gal.” Waylon heard the smile in his voice.
“Maybe.” Waylon smiled to himself thinking of his girlfriend. He yawned and toyed with the arms on his glasses. “So, you bringing the lady in once she’s checked out by the hospital?”
“Well, Frankie, Orrin, Vance, and Kenina are on their way to question her. I’m sticking around too since I’m the one that found her.”
“Good man. Ya’ll do that. I sure hope the one she describes is the right guy ‘cause this fuckers’ been a freaking ghost!”
“Yep, I agree. All right. Get some rest, will ya? We’re gonna have samples from the rape kit and all for you to analyze so we could see if anything matches up with Jesselyn or Callie.”
“Will do. I’ll talk to ya’ in the mornin’.”
“Yes sir. Good night.”
“Night.” Waylon hung up the phone and dropped it on the cradle. His cellphone had been buzzing during the whole conversation with David, but he couldn’t answer it.
Curious, Waylon finally plucked it from his back pocket and looked at the screen.
Six missed calls.
All from Naomi.
Waylon grinned, knowing how much she probably missed him. He felt the same about her and he made that known when they had dinner together two nights ago. It was cut short because of a breakthrough that Moto claimed he’d had, but it only turned out that the bastard wanted to go home.
That move pissed him the hell off, but there was nothing Waylon could really do once he made it make to the station.
Bottom line, Moto was the senior CSI and called the shots in their department, and unlike Waylon Mooney, he had someone to go home to.