Monday Mourning
A Novel
Chapter One
Monday, Monday ...
Can't trust that day ...
As the tune played inside my head, gunfire
exploded in the cramped underground space around
me.
My eyes flew up as muscle, bone, and guts
splattered against rock just three feet from me.
The mangled body seemed glued for a moment, then
slid downward, leaving a smear of blood and
hair.
I felt warm droplets on my cheek, backhanded
them with a gloved hand.
Still squatting, I swiveled.
"Assez!" Enough!
Sergeant-detective Luc Claudel's brows plunged
into a V. He lowered but did not holster his
nine-millimeter.
"Rats. They are the devil's spawn." Claudel's
French was clipped and nasal, reflecting his
upriver roots.
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