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    Reboot
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    Reboot

    By Therese A Kraemer

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    How many times can you change history before you break it?
    Jedda the leader of the rebellion army is captured but escapes into the past with her memory wiped.
    Kayne is sent back to recapture her, fails because he falls in love.
    Getting killed won't slow Jedda down if Kayne has anything to do about it.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSpangaloo Publishing
    Release dateAug 14, 2018
    ISBN9781386970118
    Reboot
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    Therese A Kraemer

    Because I am dyslexic, I find writing a challenge, but my love of writing has inspired me to write more than sixty children’s stories, over two hundred poems and thirty-seven Romance Novels. I have also illustrated two story books used by primary teachers and students as a part of a vocal hygiene program at University of Arizona’s Department of Speech and Hearing Sciences.My credits also include four stories published by McFadden Publishing Co. in NYC. I wrote, illustrated and published two books of poetry used as fund-raisers by the Leukemia and Multiple Sclerosis organizations. I wrote illustrated and published in one book, forty-two children’s stories.I had an exhibition at the King Center for the Performing Arts in Melbourne, Fl of my pen and ink drawings of animals. Recently, I have had three E-Book Romance Novels and a book of short stories published on the Spangaloo.Com website and another on the Smashwords.Com website. I make my home in Melbourne, Florida where I continue to write and illustrate

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      Reboot - Therese A Kraemer

      REBOOT

      THÉRÈSE A. KRAEMER

      Copyright Therese A. Kraemer 2018

      Published by Spangaloo

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      This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, incidents, and places are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, people, or events is purely coincidental

      Cover Design: James Blanchette

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      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      About the Author

      Other Books

      Chapter One

      December 3rd, 2018

      Baby...baby...where did our love go? Oh, please don’t leave me all by myself. You came into my...

      Damn, why didn’t I take a nine to five job like normal people? Jedidiah O’Riley grumbled aloud as she turned off an oldie but goodie song. But, at thirty-two, she thought, it was too late for a career change.

      Grabbing the cell phone off the nightstand, Jedda answered, Hello...um, yes...yes, it is me, why do you ask? she yawned. Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I gulp down a cup of java and dress.

      Strange, that her captain sounded a bit confused when she answered his call.

      After throwing on something comfortable, Jedda gazed into the bathroom mirror and frowned. Although she had toffee colored skin, from her creole mother and like her mother, her facial bones were delicately carved, her mouth full, her green eyes and her hair color was from her Irish father. She was told that she was beautiful, but she still envied her five half-sisters with their ebony hair and dark eyes. And though her father wanted a boy, she was his favorite. That was their secret and would forever remain theirs because her parents were killed three months ago in a terror attack overseas. They were celebrating an anniversary in Paris.

      God, the world has gone to hell!

      She’s alone now that her siblings are scattered across the country and since her parent’s death they never contacted her. She ran a brush through her curly hair thinking, Maybe it was time for a haircut. The hell with it and tied the unruly salmon colored hair into a ponytail.

      Jedda placed her police badge in her pant pocket, and an extra clip for her Glock before she left and walked to her car. She climbed into the bright yellow vintage mustang, turned on the radio, gave it time to warm and sped off to the crime scene. Luckily, traffic was light at that time of the morning. The hazy sun was just peeking over the tall skyscrapers in the Big Apple, promising another sunny but cold day. Everywhere she looked Christmas lights decorated the stores, it was a festive time for most folks, but not for her; she still had to work solving crimes. Killers and criminals had no respect for what should be the happiest time of the year. And even thought the election was over a year ago, there were still a few angry protesters against Trump.

      She parked and stepped onto the icy sidewalk. At the crime scene a police officer lifted the yellow tape saying, Good morning, Detective O’ Riley. Brrr...another cold day, he rubbed his hands together.

      Is it a good morning? she smiled at the cop and he shrugged at her comment. Apparently, not for the victim, I guess.

      The body’s in the alley, he nodded and pointed. The Medical Examiner and Captain Henning were already there and a lab technician was taking pictures of the deceased.

      Morning captain, what do we have? she asked.

      Jedda, thank goodness you’re okay. He gave her a hug.

      Stymied, she stiffened. What the hell Cap? Are you drunk?

      His face reddened and he shook his head. No, I’ll explain later. But to answer your question, the victim is a female. We got a call about half an hour ago, but the caller didn’t give us his name. He was calling from a burner cell, so we have no idea who it was. It could have been the killer for all we know but, I doubt it, unless it was accidental. But I also doubt that because she was shot at close range.

      Jedda turned her attention to the medical examiner, Sheila Martian and asked, Sheila, have you identified the deceased? The murdered woman was quickly covered before she had a chance to view the body and Sheila gave her a strange look. Something fishy was going on here but before she had a chance to inquire why they were acting so strangely, her captain answered her question. No purse was found, so we have no idea and it doesn’t appear to be a robbery; she’s still wearing her diamond wedding band.

      There’s no telling how long she’s been dead, the body is too cold to base lividity because it was freezing last night, interjected Sheila. I’ll know better after I examine her. Sheila quickly stood and pulled Jedda aside. I need to tell you something.

      Alarm bells quickly went off in her head. Was it a police officer? Too many cops were getting killed these days. Was that the reason the sergeant was glad to see her here? What? she nervously asked. Is it one of ours?

      Sheila bit her lips. Besides being the corner, Sheila had been her best friend since she started working at this precinct three months ago after being transferred from another burro in New York.

      Jedda, I don’t know how to say this but...

      There was a short silence, during which everything hung in the balance. She was growing impatient. Spit it out! she groused. I’ve seen it all so whatever the victim looks like, I can handle it.

      Not this, Jedda. The dead lady looks just like you. Do you have any female siblings or cousins that closely resemble you?

      Jedda frowned, deep in thought for a moment. No, my sisters and I don’t look like we’re even related and my father was an only child and my mother had two brothers, one gay and one a bachelor. But of course, maybe there are a few skeletons in my family closet. Why are you so upset? They say everyone has a twin somewhere, she laughed.

      Sheila shrugged. Maybe...but she’s wearing a necklace with her name on it.

      So? What’s your point? she clipped.

      So, wiseass, it looks just like the one you’re wearing and it says Jedidiah in fourteen karat gold letters.

      Let me see her? Jedda insisted but Sheila grabbed her wrist to restrain her.

      "I think it is best if I take her to the morgue and call you before I do the autopsy. It will

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