Granddog Rocky Loves POINT LAST SEEN!

On stormy nights, Gothic is said to disappear and on its return, it brings lost souls back from the dead. — The Legend of Gothic California

On a beach below Gothic…

Adam Ramsdell saw something long and black rolled in on the swells, a long parcel of…plastic? It disappeared under the first line of breakers, then appeared again, battered by an insistent ocean. As the bundle moved, it undulated, and if he didn’t handle this, a seabird would ingest it and die, a fish would nibble at it and turn into a stinking corpse on the beach, a curious child would find it and…

He shuddered. At one time, it had been his job to figure out every possible consequence for any given situation, and he knew only too well what could happen in this worst case scenario. He made his way off the rocks, down to the sand. The ocean rocked the plastic back and forth, back and forth, pulling the parcel back out into the deep, then shoving it farther onto shore to the spot where the foam gathered and the waves grew shallow. As he walked, a wave rolled the bundle lengthwise—and a feminine arm flopped out.

He broke into a run. He splashed into the water, grabbed the arm—it was icy—and the plastic—it was a long rain poncho—and dragged the corpse all the way onto the sand. Because it had to be a corpse, didn’t it?

Yet in the quest for life, he flipped the body out of the poncho and onto her back.

With the sun on her icy, colorless face, his feeble, unrecognized hope faded. She was dead. He unwrapped her neck to press his fingers to the carotid artery, and saw them—the marks of a man’s fingers ringing her throat.

She’d been dead before she went in the water. A young woman. A pretty woman. A violent crime… Adam knew he would feel no heartbeat. And he did not.

He couldn’t leave her down here for the seabirds to feed on and the ocean to retrieve. He had to get the body up to the road, onto his ATV and up to the village. From there, he could call the authorities. He looked up the cliff. What a helluva climb. Yet he wasn’t a man to shirk his duty. Bending at the knees, he grasped the body around the waist, threw it over his shoulder and stood.

The woman explosively emptied her stomach down his back, gave a gasp, another, another, and when he flipped her back onto the sand, she opened her eyes, looked at him—and screamed. She screamed as if all the screams in the world had been pent up inside her, as if she had given terror and horror a voice.

He jumped back and held up his hands in a “not going to touch you” gesture.

She rolled onto her hands and knees, coughed up more seawater, took a long breath as if preparing to scream again…and slowly let it out. She turned her head. The braid of her dark drenched hair hung over her shoulder.

Just out of reach, he knelt on the sand. “Can you speak?”

She stared as if she didn’t understand. Maybe she didn’t. Maybe she spoke another language. Maybe she’d suffered brain damage from lack of oxygen. Maybe—

“Yes,” she said. “I can speak.” She was hoarse. She put a hand up to her throat and held it there.

Keeping his voice pitched low, trying hard to present an unthreatening appearance, he asked, “What’s your name?”

Slowly, moving with the care of someone battered and bruised, she changed positions. She sat on the sand and concentrated at him, her hand still on her throat.

Again he asked, “What’s your—”

“I don’t know.” Her unusually colored eyes were wide with confusion and terror.

He sat back on his heels. Adam Ramsdell had found his first lost soul.

Today! POINT LAST SEEN is in trade paperback, hardcover, eBook and audiobook. Buy your copy of POINT LAST SEEN and live the adventure!

Christina signing POINT LAST SEEN

Autographed copies are available from The Poisoned Pen and Page 2 Books. (206) 248-7248email: books@page2books.com

If you’re not already a newsletter friend, what are you waiting for? I’d love to welcome you. You’ll enjoy book updates, book sales, surveys, and humorous insights to the writing life. Join!

Updated Printable book list sorted by genre/series/in order.

Books by Series list with clickable covers.

How to Grow a $730 Tomato