True Believer
Chapter One
Jeremy Marsh sat with the rest of the live studio audience, feeling
unusually conspicuous. He was one of only half a dozen men in
attendance on that mid-December afternoon. He'd dressed in black, of
course, and with his dark wavy hair, light blue eyes, and
fashionable stubble, he looked every bit the New Yorker that he was.
While studying the guest onstage, he managed to surreptitiously
watch the attractive blonde three rows up. His profession often
demanded effective multitasking. He was an investigative journalist
in pursuit of a story, and the blonde was just another member of the
audience; still, the professional observer in him couldn't help
noticing how attractive she looked in her halter top and jeans.
Journalistically speaking, that is.
Clearing his mind, he tried to focus his attention on the guest
again. This guy was beyond ridiculous. In the glare of television
lights, Jeremy thought the spirit guide looked constipated as he
claimed to hear voices from beyond the grave. He had assumed a false
intimacy, acting as if he were everyone's brother or best friend,
and it seemed that th ... read full excerpt from: True Believer ebook
