Modem Operandi [A Pendragon and Pendragon Mystery]

Modem Operandi [A Pendragon and Pendragon Mystery]

by T. K. Sheils
     
 

Bizarre and mesmerizing computer graphics slaughter people who seemingly have nothing in common ... except access to the Internet. Is a high-tech serial killer on the loose? When Arthur Reynes has his head blown in by his e-mail, his current girlfriend, Vicki Northon, calls his uncle, Gareth. Gareth "Pen" Pendragon is a Paranormal Private Investigator who debunks fake…  See more details below

Overview

Bizarre and mesmerizing computer graphics slaughter people who seemingly have nothing in common ... except access to the Internet. Is a high-tech serial killer on the loose? When Arthur Reynes has his head blown in by his e-mail, his current girlfriend, Vicki Northon, calls his uncle, Gareth. Gareth "Pen" Pendragon is a Paranormal Private Investigator who debunks fake spiritualists and finds lost objects, even though his psychic powers are erratic and sometimes erroneous. When he meets Vicki, however, Gareth discovers she has psychic visions that are dependable--but only when she and Pen are making love, which is not always practical. Nevertheless, Gareth and Vicki succeed often enough in such "interfacing," but will their efforts be enough so that the modus operandi is uncovered and the perpetrator of Arthur's murder is brought to justice before more people suffer hideous deaths? [Genres: Mystery / Detective / Humor ]

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940000115091
Publisher:
Amber Quill Press
Publication date:
01/01/2007
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
503 KB

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Vicki awoke at three, according to the glowing red digits on the bedside clock. She wasn't sure what had awakened her--whether there had been some sound or whether in her sleep. She had reached out and Arthur wasn't there, but she became aware of the bluish glow from across the hall and realized he must be at his computer. So she rose and, because the night air was still warm with July humidity, she strolled across to the den in her nakedness.

That curious blue and purple picture was glowing on the screen. She could see it from the door, and Arthur, with his back to her, was apparently staring at it--or asleep. His head was leaning against the top of the chair's back. She circled around so she could see which it was, staring or snoozing. If it was the former, she thought she'd dance naked between him and the screen. If it was the latter, she'd holler "Sodom and Gomorrah," or some other Irish curse.

But it was neither.

For Arthur had no face.

Where it used to be, a pulpy, bleeding mass of shredded flesh and shattered bone blindly faced the computer monitor.

So Vicki neither danced nor cursed ... she merely shrieked in wordless horror.

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