Today I’m really excited to be taking part in Zooloo’s Book Tours and bringing you a post all about Mind Guerrilla by Martin Tracey. If you’ve been following any of my posts, you’ll know I’m a big fan of crime fiction and the added element of telekinesis is what really drew me to this book.
Come check out this extract from the book! I hope you’re as intrigued as I am!
When a high-end escort is discovered murdered in her plush waterside apartment, so begins the hunt for a serial killer known as The Crucifier due to the unusual slaying and positioning of his victims.
In parallel there remains the need to locate a dangerous and elusive doomsday cult.
DCI William Chamberlain and DI Judd Stone have an acute thirst for justice on both accounts.
Stone is an ex-football hooligan turned cop. Riddled with guilt and anger, he is used to getting results – albeit somewhat unconventionally.
Chamberlain suffers from Multiple Sclerosis, but curiously, as his health deteriorates, his ability to perform acts of telekinesis increases. When faced with life or death, Chamberlain progresses from manipulating physical matter to controlling minds and sets in motion a dramatic chain of events. But why do things spiral out of control, placing an unknown high-profile target in danger?
Assistance comes from the most unlikely of sources but who is also working against the wheels of justice?
And just what is the connection between The Crucifier, the cult and the high-profile target?
With Spaghetti Western overtones, the chase from Liverpool to London and through both Birmingham UK and Alabama, finds both detectives having to confront their darkest demons in pursuit of the sweet taste of revenge.
Judd noticed that the traffic on the opposite side of the dual carriageway was moving quite freely, unusual for the time of day as that traffic flow was heading towards the city centre. He allowed the traffic in front of him to move another few feet, so that he had just enough room to manoeuvre the car across the grass verge and into the flow of traffic coming in the opposite direction.
“Hold on tight, Sab.”
Sab gave an embarrassed smile to an old lady in a Ford Fiesta who stared into the car with a sheer look of disbelief on her face.
Then the driver of an oncoming Audi slammed the brakes on when he saw the Peugeot speeding the wrong way down the dual carriageway, and although the Audi driver slowed down dramatically, he couldn’t help but catch the tail end of Judd’s Peugeot, sending it into a crazy spin, and causing some damage to the rear of the car.
Judd fought to control the car as it span around furiously with bits of metal flying off, but he successfully managed to bring the car under control and fortunately made progress of about 100 yards unchallenged against the incorrect flow of traffic. But the drama was not over, and soon Judd and Sab were unsurprisingly faced with another life threatening situation as an articulated lorry began to head straight towards them. The lorry was hurtling down on them like an express train out of control and Sab found no assurance from seeing the look of horror on the face of the lorry driver who was now so close that she could even see the whites of his eyes, his orange-coloured baseball cap and the fact that he was holding a half-eaten sandwich in his right hand.
In the near distance, Judd noticed an opening to a petrol station, realising it was their only chance of escape. In record time he just about managed to manoeuvre the car into the station forecourt exit before the lorry squashed them flat. Judd scraped the Peugeot along the red and white no entry sign, resulting in a dreadful screeching sound and causing sparks to ignite from the side of the car as the connecting metals wrestled with one another. Fortunately, the Peugeot went unchallenged by any exiting vehicles from the petrol station.
Judd continued to drive the battered Peugeot through the horse shoe shaped forecourt, and successfully out of the actual entrance to the petrol station, miraculously still avoiding incoming traffic.
Soon after, it was proven that Judd’s rash actions had achieved the objective that he had set out to accomplish and he felt a great feeling of satisfaction that he had escaped the traffic jam and returned to the correct side of the road – much to Sab’s relief.
About The Author
Martin Tracey is an author who likes to push the boundaries of reality. Even when injecting elements of the supernatural, the terror that grips you is very real. Not necessarily a genre specific author, psychological thrills are a plenty.
He has a passion for The Beatles & Wolverhampton Wanderers FC. Both music and football/soccer often find their way into his stories.
Martin lives in Birmingham, UK and is married with 2 daughters.
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