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21 Weeks: Week 10
21 Weeks: Week 10
21 Weeks: Week 10
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21 Weeks: Week 10

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When a distillery owner is found fermenting in a tank of his own wort, the alcohol throws the science into uncertainty, while the investigation reveals a dark side to their victim, and a chance encounter puts Detectives Nash and Williams in mortal danger.

21 Weeks is a fast-paced police procedural thriller series that ramps up in intensity with each victim that falls until its explosive final week.

Warning: This series is about a serial killer. There will be violence. There will be language. There will be other adult things. It is intended for a mature audience.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRiley LaShea
Release dateFeb 5, 2016
ISBN9781310218590
21 Weeks: Week 10
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R.A. LaShea

R.A. LaShea is a pen name of author Riley LaShea. Under this name, LaShea writes police procedural/thriller 21 Weeks.

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    21 Weeks - R.A. LaShea

    21 Weeks

    WEEK 10

    R.A. LaShea

    21 Weeks: Week 10

    Copyright 2015 R.A. LaShea

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    Week 11 Teaser

    1 - Moonfleck Distillery - Friday, 11:20 p.m.

    Bittersweet aroma rising through the rows of ten-foot steel tanks, Melinda climbed the metal stairs that led up onto the gangway. Footsteps carrying her toward the sturdy platform that ran the length of the distillery floor, she could hear Joel following close behind. Until, turning the corner onto the main stretch, Melinda realized her footsteps had become the sole echo in the immense space.

    Joel? Turning back, she looked for him along the weakly lit metal lattice of the walkway. Joel?

    Ahhh! Jumping out of the shadows, Joel struck a monstrous pose, and Melinda barely held back a scream as her heart thudded in painful response.

    You asshole. Lifting her purse, she brought it down on Joel’s boorish head. You stupid, jerky asshole. 

    What in the hell do you have in that thing? Joel raised his arms to protect himself as Melinda’s fury rained down. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!

    Growling her irritation, Melinda ceased with the punishment and turned, fuming, toward the railing.

    Come see where I work, he said. It will be fun, he said.

    I’m sorry. Coming up beside her, Joel’s contrition was real, but Melinda still grasped the railing with tense fingers. The scrap of moonlight that poured through the high windows designed to miss the fermentation tanks, it occurred to her there could be anything amongst the cylinders below, and the darkness that fell between them was so absolute they would never see it. Until it was too late.

    What’s with the classical music? Melody drifting across the space, it was interrupted only by the occasional pop or click of the fermentation tanks, and what little moonlight there was seemed to dance to its rhythm.

    Boss thinks it inspires the wort. Joel’s hand bumped hers on the railing, but, not ready to forgive him yet, Melinda moved hers away.

    Well, it sounds eerie as fuck. 

    Really? You don’t think it’s romantic?

    Aren’t there cameras in here? When Joel’s arm slipped around her waist, Melinda sent him a warning glare.

    No way. That’s what I’m here for. And the boss is on vacation all week. They’ll never know you were here. Unless you steal something. Not planning on stealing anything, are you?

    Shaking her head, it was more at Joel’s attempts at seduction than in response to his question. Still, it wasn’t every night a girl got a guy to even attempt romance, so when Joel pulled her closer, Melinda went, eyes closing as his lips pressed to hers, and it was more than nice enough to make up for him being a total jerk-face before.

    You lie, Joel uttered as he pulled away. You are stealing my heart.

    Oh, Jesus. Pushing him off, Melinda moved down the gangway in the echo of light laughter.

    You want to try it? Joel followed her onto the platform that veered off the side to the fermentation tank situated slightly apart from the others.

    Is it finished?

    Almost. Fermenting, at least, Joel said. Then, it goes into the distillers. This will let you see what agave wine tastes like before it turns into tequila.

    You keep trying to use lines on me, and I’m going to need something stronger than wine.

    I’ll stop, Joel promised with another laugh, walking back to the bend in the gangway. When he disappeared from view, Melinda was just waiting for another scare to come, the quiet, deserted environment crawling under her skin fast.

    Flash of steel coming

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