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May 17, 2011
Book Excerpt # 5
Simmons, who was now very near to Bobby's face, said in a low and convincing voice, "Mr. Hunter, there may be a day very soon when you will find yourself walking a long and dark corridor leading nowhere. You will find yourself alone, wandering in an endless, drunken state as you do now. At that time you will feel the consuming grip of regret for not doing what was right. Search deep within yourself to remedy this tragic flaw, Mr. Hunter." He lowered his voice even more. "After you have passed from this life, I will remind you of our conversation." Alan noticed a white hot gleam of blazing light in Simmons's eyes. "Do you understand, Mr. Hunter?"
Bobby Hunter looked pale and frozen, unable to move, as if he were looking into the eyes of a beast rather than a man. Simmons said, "Excellent. Well then, good day."
May 11, 2011
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May 10, 2011
Book Excerpt # 4
Alan looped the chain over his head. "How should I identify myself?"
Simmons tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips together as if he was thinking about the question.
Alan tried to clarify. "I mean, when I approach people, who do I say I'm representing?"
"Don't worry about that." Simmons shook his head. "They'll know who you are."
This seemed like a very strange answer but Alan decided to let it go. There were other questions he wanted answered and he didn't want to exhaust all of Simmons's patience on this first point.
"So, where are we going?"
"A twenty-five-year-old woman died in a car accident. We're going to start with her."
"How long ago did she die?"
"She died today at twelve twenty-five," Simmons replied.
"Are there survivors or next of kin?"
"No."
Alan glanced at the dashboard for a moment, then turned toward Simmons with his mouth slightly agape. It was 12:22 p.m. "Do you mean that she died this morning?"
Simmons's face was expressionless. "We're coming up on the scene of the accident."
Alan looked around but couldn't see anything that resembled a crash. They reached a fork in the road and Simmons pulled off to the side.
"Here we are," he said.
"Where are we?" Alan asked, thoroughly confused.
"At the scene of the accident."
Alan was extremely annoyed. "What accident? There's no accident here. There are no cars here. I thought that we were going to comfort the survivors." He paused. A streak of blue behind them caught his eye.
A dark blue Ford Mustang flew by at an incredible speed. As it came to the fork in the road it swerved from lane to lane. Alan saw the brake lights illuminate. The car attempted to turn to the left, but its speed forced its momentum forward. It catapulted into the air and crashed into a large oak tree between the two forks. The hood and front end buckled; the tree didn't budge.
