Finders Keepers

Finders Keepers

by Sean Costello

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Finders Keepers by Sean Costello

Ever dreamed of winning the lottery? One of those massive, life-altering purses?

Join Keith Whipple and his daughter Kate as they do just that, netting ten million dollars in a single-winner draw. Share in their excitement, the dreams that leap into their lives fully-formed, suddenly within easy reach.

But that kind of money, the heady sense of power it brings...do we control it? Or does it control us?

Join the Whipples and their ill-fated ticket on a blood-fueled ride of greed, deception and murder, in a game in which there can be only one winner.

PRAISE FOR SEAN COSTELLO

“Sean Costello could easily be our next Stephen King.”
Rave Reviews

“Spine chilling…impeccable research and pacing…”
Charles de Lint, author of Dingo

“Sean Costello is one of the horror genre’s brightest new stars…”
Other Realms

Product Details

BN ID: 2940151690478
Publisher: Sean Costello
Publication date: 01/12/2015
Sold by: Draft2Digital
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 85,852
File size: 500 KB

About the Author

Sean Costello is the author of eight novels and six screenplays, two of which are currently under option to film. Depending on the whims of his muse, Costello's novels alternate between two distinct genres: Horror and Thriller. His horror novels have drawn comparisons to the works of Stephen King, and his thrillers to those of Elmore Leonard. In the real world he's an anesthesiologist, but, if asked, he'd tell you he'd much rather be writing. Recently, all of his titles have been made available as ebooks, wherever ebooks are sold. Sean is currently hard at work on several new writing projects.

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ONE

There was a feeling Keith Whipple got every time he walked through the door of Rudy's Quik-Mart. It was the product of an array of sensations: the fragrance of strong, fresh-brewed coffee; the aroma of expensive cigars; the unmistakably pleased sparkle in Rudy's eyes when they met Keith's; the vaguely startling realization induced by this atmosphere that he was retired, without obligation. It made him feel fine, and since he was clear-headed and without serious ailment, it made him feel young again, too.

Rudy turned to the cheerful sound of the bells strung over the opening door. As usual Keith was his first customer.

"Herr Whipple," he said....

"Stamp your feet," Keith said, dutifully complying. "I swear, Rudy, you need a new rap."

Hiding a grin, Rudy limped over to his percolators. His left leg was a monstrosity, cratered by shrapnel from his days in Hitler's Panzer Division, the skin from the knee down like that of an iguana: scaly, a cadaverous looking gray-brown. Keith had actually felt ill the first time Rudy showed it to him.

"Coffee?" Rudy said, already pouring.

"Black and nasty," Keith said, completing the ritual exchange. He joined Rudy at the soda shop-style counter, the only anomaly in the otherwise standard convenience store. Behind the counter exotic brews perked on a half-dozen hot plates and a selection of cigars stored securely under glass waited for the discerning patron. A small magazine rack featured only Smoke and Cigar Aficionado . It was a personal touch, a nod to bygone days, and Keith felt right at home here. A creature of habit, he'd been coming into Rudy's every weekday morning since hisdaughter Kate was nine--fifteen years of coffee, conversation and good-natured gossip, Rudy a connoisseur of all three. The only tough part was keeping his mitts off those cigars. Kate had finally browbeaten him into quitting two years ago, after a suspicious opacity on a routine chest X-ray gave them both a scare. It turned out to be scar tissue, the remains of some benign infection he'd picked up as a kid swamping out the hen house on his parents' farm, but Kate had effectively stamped out his pack-a-day habit, including the cigar jones he'd picked up hanging around with Rudy. On the job he'd looked forward to those cigars, comfortable in his chair in the projection booth at the Grande Theater, Sudbury's oldest movie house, alone up there in a haze of flickering light and swirling smoke. When she was younger Kate had often joined him, complaining mildly about the smoke.

He shed his parka and draped it over one of the chrome and red leather stools. Rudy slid over a steaming cup of coffee. "Try this," he said, wiping his hands on his apron "but be careful. It's a man's brew." He glanced over his shoulder at the tail end of a news item on the wall-mounted TV, an old black and white Zenith that was always turned on; a length of plastic garland was scotch-taped to the consul, Rudy's nod to the Yuletide.

Keith took a cautious sip. "Hot. Delicious."

"So what do you know that I don't," Rudy said, facing Keith now, leaning his big hands on the counter to get the weight off his leg.

"Did I tell you Katie got accepted in the film school at UCLA?"

Rudy said "You mean not counting the last twenty times?" and Keith grinned. "Gonna miss her, huh."

"Sure am. But it's long overdue. She's a gifted writer. The script she just finished? I loved it. It's a blend of crime, science fiction and black comedy that's really got legs. But she needs maturing. Not to mention the exposure; her work needs to be seen. No way she's gonna get all that up here in Sudbury. Besides, the last thing I want is to see her hanging around town just to keep her old man company." Brave words, Keith thought, picturing life without her and not liking it much. Cancer had taken his wife when Kate was six, a protracted, painful death, and he and Kate had been pretty much inseparable ever since. They shared a duplex on Howey Drive, living modestly but in comfort, the last mortgage payment made three years ago. "She needs to be where the action is," Keith said. "It's the nature of that business."

"I hear you. But look at the bright side. Come September you can party every night 'til she makes it big, then move down to California and sponge off her the rest of your life. Fraternize with the hired help."

Keith said "There's that," and put his cup down, a storm warning on the TV catching his attention. Rudy followed his gaze, saying "More snow. Can you believe it?"

Keith glanced out the storefront window. "I don't buy it," he said. He'd walked to Rudy's as he always did, the winter sun warm on his face, no hint from his joints about lousy weather. But in the Canadian north, you never knew. He took another sip of his coffee, then got his reading glasses on and fished his wallet out of his parka, the weather forgotten. "Gotta check my numbers," he said.

Rudy spoke to his back as he made his way to the lottery display. 'You hear about Howie Gottler's kid?"

Keith said "The mental defective?" He dug a sheath of tickets out of his wallet and began checking them against the posted winning numbers.

"That's the one. The coppers caught him up at Bell Junior High yesterday, poking his wares through the cyclone fence for the amusement of the teenyboppers. When the dopey bastard tried to run his johnny froze to the fence like a wet tongue. Son of a bitch got a free circumcision--"

Rudy's voice faded to a drone in Keith's brain, every neuron suddenly focused on the apparent enigma that now appeared before his eyes. There were three sets of two-digit numbers on the ticket in his hand, six numbers in each set. The series in the first two sets were nowhere close to the winning numbers, no confusion there. But what utterly fouled Keith's normal lines of perception was the fact that the third set matched the winners exactly.

The right numbers. The right order. The right lottery. The right date.

Keith realized he wasn't breathing. He commanded his lungs to inflate, but in the same instant his gaze ticked to the dollar value attached to this draw and his throat sealed off completely.

God in heaven, he thought. I'm gonna die before I can spend a dime. Then Rudy's voice came through, "Keith, you okay?"--and his lungs admitted a thin slip of air.

Rudy came around the counter in a hurry, certain his old friend was having a coronary; Keith's usually placid face was beet red, the veins in his neck standing out like cables. But before Rudy had closed half the distance, Keith darted past him in the opposite direction, almost bowling him over.

"Jesus, Rudy, move your ass. I gotta call Katie!"

He grabbed the phone behind the counter and punched in the numbers, staring wide-eyed at Rudy over the tops of his glasses as it rang, holding the ticket up for Rudy to see.

"Ten million bucks, old buddy!" Keith said. "Ten million bucks!"

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Finders Keepers 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hooked me from page one, I couldn't wait to see whar would happpen next, Loved this book, read it, you woon't be disappointed,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this story. It was fast paced and had lots of twists to the plot. I am looking forward to reading more works by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good storyline, could've had more character development and the ending felt rushed but, overall it was good.
BadKittyJB More than 1 year ago
I am NEVER buying a lottery ticket again! Sean Costello takes the simple act of buying a lottery ticket to dizzying heights in this fast-paced story of deception, romance, and intrigue.  You must read it and then go buy a lottery ticket…or not!  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent! You cannot put this thriller down! Wow! Loved it!
ronnies4 More than 1 year ago
Really liked this book. I thought it would be a run-of-the-mill story, but I was surprised. 211 pages. Will look for more by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just read Finder's Keeper's by Sean Costello and again he did not fail to keep me riveted to each page. Don't want to be a spoiler, so all I will say is a nail biter. Thank you again Sean. Going in for another. Awesome author. Heidi Dean
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a heck thrill ride! I will never look at a lottery ticket the same ever again. Definitely a worth while read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A thrill ride from beginning till end. A 10 million dollar winner.
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This book was delightfully disturbing, a story of greed and obsession. Several times the story made me cringe, then laugh the next moment. It almost makes me never want to win the lottery. Sean Costello is great at mixing action and storytelling together in a way that entices me to keep turning the pages!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fast paced easy read. Kept me up late into the night. Wish the characters had a little more dept but good all the same.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
With the lottery being so huge right now this book makes you look at how much trouble it could all end up being if you won. BrynnS
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very good, exciting read. Fast paced, plenty of twist and turns. Highly recomend
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Great book! There were so many twists and turns, I was never able to predict what was going to happen. This book is definitely a page turner and it is well worth reading.
DaUgh More than 1 year ago
impressive story & characters. very good reading and hard to put down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is and awesome book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read; thoroughly enjoyed it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This really is an amazing book with amazing storylines
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Really enjoyed this book. First one I have read by this author but will definitely read more.