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Preview…what did Horace find?

A crime thriller evokes curiosity, a desire to see into the darkness, so here is a tidbit … Excerpt from Chapter 18 STEALTHThe sign said: Heathcote National Park; Horace Sjolker-Jones was relieved to unclip the dog-lead from his tan-coloured companion. Wilbur, the Weimaraner, pulled like a runaway train. On this Saturday, Horace changed his jogging route, deciding to try out the National Park, instead of his usual suburban trek. A relative newcomer to the Heathcote area he relished the opportunity to explore his new surroundings by jogging in the National Park on his Saturday fitness regime. Of course in the company of his trusted mate, Wilbur, who also loved the outing after spending most of his week confined to an enclosed backyard, staring at fence palings all day, while Horace went to work in the city. Information Technology afforded Horace a wonderful new home in a relaxed and crime-free outer suburb of Sydney…

…Curious and innocently poking his head over the edge of the crevasse, fully expecting to see some wildlife that had sparked Wilbur’s attention, Horace’s stomach and throat immediately reacted. He heaved. Feeling instantly unbalanced and faint, he retreated and fell to a kneeling position. Wilbur was still wagging his tail and making soft growling noises. Horace’s world of living with the fairies had been shattered…

Small packages come with big surprises …

I have to stop with that one. Put on the brakes, Johnny! If I give you this one, it is close to a spoiler. I can say, however, that one of the bad guys is of slight stature. Chapter 1 in STEALTH, it is clear that STEALTH is a crime thriller, and the scrawny fella is embarking on a trip…

…At the Surrey Hills Markets most stallholders had barely finished setting up, but the bargain-hunters were already gathering. The morning air smelled crisp and of freshly brewed coffee.  None of that was of any interest to the skinny young man of slight stature with a shaved head. It’s still here. Quietly jubilant, he stood in front of a small wooden trestle table and his black, lifeless eyes had zoomed in on a switch blade displayed amongst a dozen hunting knives. The stiletto knife paled in size compared to the others. The black handle was plain and dull, but the glistening blade was mesmerising…

…Martin retrieved his wallet and fished out three fifty dollar notes, his expression menacing. No sooner than the notes had passed from his hand, Martin snatched the stiletto from the table. With one last look at the stallholder’s fearful face Martin turned away and soon disappeared into the crowd of shoppers, leaving the burly stallholder with one whispered thought, “Just don’t kill anyone with it.”

A subliminal moment? Another crime thriller feature, perhaps.

How a character must evolve…What does he do?

Brooding. A serious crime thriller must feature a villain brooding. The villain character grows and evolves; Chapter 52 in STEALTH, the devil on the shoulder speaks …

…Martin had adored his cousin until recently.  Matt’s bossiness had chipped away at the eggshell – Martin likened it to peeling an egg. Matt had cracked the egg, the egg that symbolised their common bond, a flesh and blood relationship. But Matt had cracked the fucker. And every day he crapped on about loyalty, about him being the boss, a bit more eggshell was peeled off…

Okay, that’s enough. A crime thriller is not thrilling if the author gives away the plot.

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