Don't Say A Word
A year later, New Orleans
DAMON DUBOIS WAS A DEAD MAN.
As dead as the soldiers who'd fallen and given their lives for the country. As dead as the ones who'd lost their lives during the terrible hurricane that nearly destroyed New Orleans.
As dead as the woman he had killed.
His own heart did still beat and blood still flowed through his veins, forcing him to go through the motions of life.
A punishment issued by the gods, he was certain. He could still see the flames licking at her skin, see the smoke swirling above her face, hear the crackle of the house as wood splintered and crum
For although his head hadn't yet touched the pillow this dreary evening, nightmares already haunted him with the cries of that anguished woman screaming in pain.
And the bébé's ghostlike cry… "Tite ange," he whispered. "Little angel, you did not deserve to die."
Perspiration beaded on his neck and trickled down into the collar of his shirt as he opened the French doors to the hundred-year-old bayou house and breathed in the sultry summer air. The end of May was nearing and already the summer heat was oppress ... read full excerpt from Don't Say a Word ebook
