Sneak Peek into Coulson’s Reckoning



November 1960

Metal hitting rock was the only sound permeating the moonless night. Struggling with his shovel, the man painstakingly dug the grave, using the heel of his boot to force the shovel’s blade into the unyielding ground. A second man pulled a body from the back of a Lincoln Continental. It hit the ground with a thud.

He dragged the corpse toward the gravesite, taking hold of its feet, which were still clad in pricy imported leather shoes. The lifeless head and shoulders left a pathway in the dirt from the vehicle to the emerging hole in the ground while rigid arms flailed outwards. The dead man’s expensive silk suit was now wrinkled and soiled.

When the killers had surprised him at his motel room, he was just returning from the store, carrying a sack holding a newly purchased bottle of gin. He had opened the bottle while still at the liquor store parking lot and consumed a third of its contents before returning to his room, which was one reason he’d been such an accommodating target.

They couldn’t believe how effortlessly they had surprised him, pushing him into the privacy of his room. They were told he was a professional and he might be expecting someone.

Instead of the Colt 45 they’d brought along, a pillow from the motel bed had done the trick. He’d given them a good struggle, but he was no match for the strength of the two men sent to take care of business.

“I still say we should’ve let him dig his own grave,” the man with the shovel whispered with a labored breath.

“I would’ve been happy to send him to the bottom of the lake in his car,” the man dragging the body muttered when he got to the gravesite.

“Nice car. Shame we can’t keep it.” The gravedigger paused a moment and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve.

“Yeah, well, I guess they want him gone along with the car.”

“I suppose this way, if someone finds the Lincoln, they may figure he’s alive.” Still holding the shovel, he looked down at the hole, trying to calculate how much deeper he needed to go.

“Here, let me dig some.” The second man took the shovel.

“This ground’s a bitch,” the first gravedigger said, his voice louder than he intended. He watched his companion; their only light came from a camping lantern sitting nearby.

“I imagine sound carries up here,” the other man reminded in a whisper.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Silently, they took turns digging. When the hole appeared to be the sufficient depth, the men paused for a moment and assessed the situation. Glancing from the lifeless form to the parked vehicle, the first gravedigger noticed the trail left by the body. He walked to a nearby mesquite tree and attempted to tear off a branch to use as a makeshift broom. He let out a little curse as a thorn from the limb pricked his hand.

“What are you doing?” his companion asked.

Instead of responding, he continued to wrestle with the limb, determined to rip it from the tree. He finally managed to do so, yet not before poking himself twice more with the razor sharp thorns. Using the branch like a broom, he swept it over the pathway left by the body.

“Let’s get him in the hole; you can do that later.”

The man sweeping away evidence hastily completed his task, then tossed the limb aside. Together the two men rolled the body into the hole and covered it with the dirt and rock they had removed. They pushed several boulders over the fresh gravesite and kicked dirt over the area, doing their best to make it blend into its surroundings so as not to make it obvious to any hikers who might wander off the trail leading from the lake to the nearby caves that it was in fact a grave. They both assumed it was deep enough to keep any wild animals from the decomposing flesh.

The man, who had minutes earlier, been sweeping away the pathway left by the body, picked the mesquite branch back up and gave the area a final brushing before tossing the makeshift broom into the nearby brush. His companion doused the lantern and put it, along with the shovel, in the back of the Jeep, which was parked next to the Lincoln.

It was difficult to see, with the area now plunged in darkness. Random twinkling of the stars overhead spread across the black sky. The man who had dragged the body to the gravesite got into the Lincoln while his companion climbed into the Jeep. They turned on the vehicles’ headlights and engines and began driving toward the lake, the Lincoln leading the way. The rocky terrain made a bumpy ride for the Lincoln, but it was a short trip to the shoreline.

The Lincoln came to a stop. The man inside the vehicle turned off the engine and headlights and got out of the car. Instead of putting it in park, he left it in neutral.

He stood by the open door on the driver’s side of the car and looked back at the Jeep, whose front bumper was about to touch the back of the larger vehicle. He watched as the Jeep shoved the dead man’s car into Sutter’s Lake. The man driving the Jeep put it in park for a moment and got out. Together the two men stood at the edge of the lake and watched the Lincoln disappear under the frigid water. Had the Jeep’s headlights been turned off, they would not have been able to see.

After a few moments, they climbed into the Jeep and drove away.

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Thanks to my Beta Readers

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Thanks to my beta readers who’ve finished Coulson’s Reckoning this past weekend. I’ll be going through the manuscript this week, and then sending it off to the editor. If all goes as planned, it will be ready for release by the first week in March. I would like to say by March 1, but one never knows what might come up between editing and formatting.

While all five books of the Coulson Series include a complete story, Coulson’s Reckoning weaves together the threads of the first four books, where family secrets are revealed – many secrets known by readers, but not the characters.

I suppose Coulson’s Reckoning can be read as a standalone book. However, I feel the reader will enjoy it more – and better understand it, if read after the first four.