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Xander Lorde: Brilliant Detective
Xander Lorde: Brilliant Detective
Xander Lorde: Brilliant Detective
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From the shores of England, a grizzled and worn down Inspector chases after a savage killer whose brute strength and brutality have left a path of destruction in his wake. Aided by an officer from the Cleveland Police Department, Inspector Xander Lorde must unravel the killer's history in order to bypass the political conspiracy designed to halt his investigation.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 27, 2015
ISBN9781311802187
Xander Lorde: Brilliant Detective
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Michael Edwards

Born in Medina, raised in Peninsula township which lies between Bath, Ohio and Cuyaghoa Falls, Ohio. Michael Edwards is an author of crime fiction, sci-fi, and various other genres. He lives with his younger brother and ailing mother. And enjoys reading a copious amount of fiction and non-fiction. Credits: Return Of Jeremy Munroe (short illustrated story) Assistant edits for Krossfire Word of Honor (first published prose work) cowriter and scripter of the Pelican

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    Xander Lorde - Michael Edwards

    Xander Lorde: Brilliant Detective

    Written by Michael Edwards

    BOOK ONE: THE HUNT

    CHAPTER ONE:

    THAT TOUCH

    Xander Lorde and all related characters are a copyright of Michael Edwards. This story cannot be reproduced without express permission by the author.

    The streets were quiet on Cleveland's west side. On 47th street, a sixteen-year-old by the name of Antone walked past the numerous houses that were in somewhat better condition than the nearly condemned ones on the east side where he lived. Hands stuck in his pockets, the teen wore a black hoodie with Nike embroidered on the stomach area, black jeans and black shoes with white laces. He was on his way to meet his sister on 74th street.

    The routine trip --that usually took him about an hour on foot--was cut short when without warning a rusted-up sedan with peeling blue paint suddenly veered up onto the sidewalk and slammed into Antone from behind, launching him across the hood of the car like a ragdoll. The teenager's body rebounded off the windshield and was thrown onto the street. He landed with a sick thud against the curb where for a moment he lay motionless, stunned and in pain. The car raced backward, squashing Antone’s body under the frame and the tires.

    The fleeting image of his little sister's face along with the thought he would never see her get out of this evil city were the final things to flash through his mind as he raggedly drew his last, pained breath.

    The car tore off with a squeal of tires, flinging Antone's mangled form out from underneath as it continued its flight into the night.

    By morning only two patrol cars had the crime scene taped off. Two hours pass before one crime scene investigator showed up and killed time talking about his lousy breakfast. A Lancaster accent interrupted the time wasters quite rudely.

    I think you oughta’ gather the evidence before the storm hits, or you'll be running your fat ass up and down the street looking for odds and ends that have washed away.

    The chunky crime scene investigator turned around to the rather tall Brit with brown hair so light that it could be compared to the color of champagne. His light green eyes looked nearly devoid of color. Giving him a nigh-inhuman appearance. His light brown hair matched by the closely shaved goatee he sported. He wore nice, but definitely not expensive gray suit with matching slacks, a blue tie with God Save The Queen in small print. His shoes were a worn pair of old fashioned sneakers that looked out of place with the rest of his attire.

    Who the hell are you? asked the CSI. The Brit looked the chunky man up and down. A Goth fan with tattoos and piercings. The CSI's dress did not represent a professional on the field. He had bits of egg yolk on his shirt and bacon bits in his beard. The Brit looked away from the chunky CSI to his superior.

    My name is Xander Lorde, Criminal Investigative Assistance Division, at your service.

    The what now?

    Criminal Investigative Assistance Division, I assist on cases that overlap with my investigations. You can call your commissioner, he should have the paperwork by now.

    The CSI with the nameplate Charley looked to the Sergeant in charge of the scene. After a quick call in, Xander received full access to the scene. His breath could be seen in the harsh cold weather. His gloved hand traced the tire marks that ran up onto the sidewalk and led to hitting Antone in the back. He looked down the street where the tire treads led from, still squatted down. Taking in the information and hypothesized what possibly happened.

    Our unknown subject may have been drunk or sporting an injury given the pattern of skid marks show that he had little control over his car. He couldn't keep it straight on the road. Given the deviation leaning further to the right, I think it proves that that the unsub could not use his other arm effectively in the control of his car.

    So, it was an accident? asked Charley skeptically. Gosh, you solved this case quickly for us!

    "Nah, no accident, Chunky. This was deliberate. The unsub backed up to make sure he hit the victim as we can see

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