Dismembered, bloody bodies are turning up on the sandy dunes of small town Flagler Beach, Florida.
Plunge yourself in the tale of twists and turns in this psychological thriller as seen through the eyes of renowned psychiatrist, Dr. Patel. And only Dr. Patel believes he knows who is committing these murders as he valiantly explores his client’s aberrational thoughts and feelings.
Drawn into the darkness of his client’s multiple psychiatric disorders, he is duped into the belief that he can help his client before more murders are committed. But his cunning client is immersed in a profession where her delusions can be hidden. If only he can find some way to break his oath of confidence to hint of her involvement to Police Chief Ritter, who is engaged in solving this whirlwind of deaths.
Dr. Patel believes that his intelligent and beautiful client has a dissociative personality with limited perceptions in which she operates on a different plane than the rest of the world. Honestly believing that unresolved childhood issues have numbed her so that she feels nothing, he realizes that something is very amiss because she is unable to connect with others. But is she fully aware of the murders she is committing and can Dr. Patel come to the bottom of her problems before more scattered bodies are found? Or is this some Machiavellian plot devised by a person who is pure evil? And is Dr. Patel correct in believing that she is the perpetrator or is the murderer really someone else, perhaps even Dr. Patel? Even the Police Chief has a hidden and devious background as he hides out incognito in the stunning little seaside town.
Follow the subplot of real estate developers who may be involved as they try to get the townspeople to sell their property in abject fear of more murders, hoping to scoop up the distressed properties.
The suspense mounts to a shocking and unexpected conclusion as the hazardous path of strewn remains leads in sinister zigzags to the perpetrator.
Chloe's Facebook is acting strange. Yesterday, she woke up to find a status typed in, but not sent, saying she was "hanging with the besties" with her location tagged at the nearby mall. Confused, she deleted it as she heard her phone ring. It was one of her best friends telling her to come hang out at the mall.
Today, the same thing happened. Only now her unsent status states "saving Shayla" and the location tagged is three states away. Chloe doesn't know who Shayla is, what she needs to be saved from, or how it involves her. But she plans to find out.
Walls of New Caledonia
Trevor Queens graduates from Brown. Just like his father, he is a psychologist and can't wait to put all that he learned into practice. To his surprise, the acclaimed Nerz Institution offers him a position. When he leaves for New Caledonia, he is astonished by the beauty of the clinic; his future workplace. He settles into his study, and begins working as the psychologist of the nurses working in the facility. After a few months, he is familiar with everyone, except the treated patients, because he never sees any. Every nurse seems reluctant to answer his questions regarding the maintenance, while they are eager to share every detail about their life. Trevor can hardly disguise his qualm. Adelaine, the Chief Nurse offers him a 2-week recess as their patient.
Trevor abides and makes two discoveries: how The Nerz Institution provides such successful research and why they employed him.
He was the only missing piece.
The only missing specimen in Adelaine's Zoo of Schizophrenia. There is no way back.
Can he escape? Is he able to convince the other inhabitants to stand with him?
But most importantly, should they leave at all? Is the Zoo a prison, or a shelter?
At 42, Raena Meinhardt has lost everything. Only two years ago, she’d been a senior partner at Crast and Moore, a New York wealth management firm, and had taken a sleek town car to work every morning, reading the Wall Street Journal over a customized coffee, headset permanently clipped to her ear, manicured nails tapping impatiently on the leather interior. But a series of late-term miscarriages, expensive IVF treatments and a botched Somali adoption derailed her career and ruined her second marriage. When Conner finally moves out on Christmas Eve, taking most of the furniture with him, Raena pickes up a bottle of vanilla vodka and a chocolate cake, sits in front of her still undecorated faux tree and begins to drink herself to death. She doesn’t hear the first ring of the doorbell, but the second pulls her up from her stupor. Stumbling, bleary-eyed onto the front porch, she finds a sleeping baby, bundled tight against the wind. And a note pinned to the carrier which reads:
My Dear Raena,
Meet Farah. She will be yours for the next 365 days. When I return next Christmas Eve, she will disappear and you will once again be a childless suicidal alcoholic! Or…behind door number two…you can be that good little mommy you always wanted to be and run, run, run!
Oh, you better watch out
(Because I’m watching you!)
You better not hide
(Oh, please do Raena! I love a good game!)
You better not shout
(Don’t you dare tell the cops. I will kill you BOTH.)
I’m telling you why
(Raena, are you listening?)
Santa Claus is coming to town
(You have a year to plan your escape! Think of all the options!)
He sees you when you’re sleeping
(You moan in your sleep Raena. Did you know?)
He knows when you’re awake
(Your robe is open Raena. Cover up, you whore!)
He knows when you’ve been bad or good, so….WATCH OUT RAENA!!! I’M COMING FOR YOU!!!
Your Secret Santa
There's nothing to decide. Raena sweeps her eyes over the circular drive, then tucks Farah inside her robe, nuzzling her soft cheek and backs into the house. She doesn't have a lot of time. She needs help and there's only one person who might be able to save her and Farah. She picks up the phone, dreading the call, and starts dialing.
A figure stands in the road and no one stops. The blinding yellow raincoat assaulting skies that threaten rain with its radiant color. So out of place against the blacktop and dark green infringing forest. But one car stops, an out of towner, he doesn't know any better.
The townspeople whisper, gathered around a fire, the legend of Jane. Betrayed by her cruel husband, losing the love of her life to another woman and, finally, the revenge that followed. Nothing could be proven, Jane was freed. She wanted to let everyone know just what she thought of them, too. How she had gotten away with murder, and how she would again and again and again..... They knew not to stop because one person had made that mistake. It was common knowledge how she had killed Betty Prue. Without mercy or remorse. And, reportedly, many others. Again, nothing could be proven. But now Jane's eyes are alight. At first this had started as revenge, but now it was almost...enjoyable, euphoric, indescribable! The car slowed to a stop, the shining blue paint job contrasting with Jane's coat. A man with stubble and a kind face rolled down the window, his shirt revealed broad shoulders and arms that knew hard work. Perfect, he deserved what was coming to him. Jane thought he looked like the kind of man who handed out bulletins in the back of the church, or went to his local recycling plant to thank them for their good work. Some people were too good for this world... He smiled cluelessly, "Do you need a lift?" Jane nodded quickly, "That would be excellent, thank you." He opened the door and she stepped daintily inside. "Where do you need to go, ma'am?" His eyes sparkled, wanting to help. It sickened her, making her stomach turn over. This one needed to go, and soon! She directed him to a small cabin obscured by a stand of trees. Dramatically, she exited the vehicle and feigned a sprained ankle. He immediately rushed to her aid, helping her inside. He settled her onto the sofa and smiled. "Anything else?" Jane smiled sickly, "Yes." She leaped up and locked the door, turning her pistol on him. "Go down the stairs, and nobody gets hurt." The man's eyes were wide but he went down to the basement. He saw chains and contraptions so he turned to plead with her. "Please just let me leave!" Jane laughed ,a harsh sound, "You won't be leaving here alive." To drive home her point she knocked him on the head with her pistol and he crumpled. She set to chaining him up before he woke. The man must escape her madness, but can he survive her sick games? Betty Prue and all the others before could not. Maybe he will be the one to finally end Jane's reign of terror.
The Blue Haired Girl
Three and a half months after waking up from a comma, Lou Xavier suffers from Amnesia. He often takes long strolls in the hallways of his mind, often seeing golden rimmed frames, with blurred faces shrouded in darkness. However one day after returning his night shift he spots a girl with blue hair at the Midnight Express, her face brings back long forgotten memories but before he can reach her she is lost in the hustle and bustle. But that's not the last time he encounters her, the same night he sees her in his garage staring at his window familiarity written all over her face, and a note clutched in her hand.
The near future, an unnamed city: A recently debuted narcotic pollutes bodies in numbers this world has never seen. In its short lifetime, the drug is responsible for more deaths than heroin, cocaine, and methamphetamine combined. Those acquainted with the substance call it weepies, a depressant in the form of eye drops that induce such extreme sadness its after-effects (actually the normal human state) feel like pure, unfiltered euphoria. Unfortunately, a large percentage of the poor bastards are so overwhelmed with sorrow that they take their own lives during the initial effects stage.
Caught in the middle of this drug epidemic is Zelda, a recovering weepies addict searching for answers after her husband's suicide. One day, a letter appears on her desk, penned in her husband's handwriting. It leads her to a seemingly abandoned warehouse in the epicenter of her decaying city. Inside, she discovers a weepies production line and what appears to be a research center. A shadowy figure appears as if out of nowhere and everything goes black.
Zelda awakes on her apartment floor in a daze. There is a masked man on her couch, a brilliant neurologist who goes by Lethe. Lethe informs Zelda that weepies are the centerpiece of a government scheme concocted to eliminate the overpopulated world of undesirables, namely junkies, and that the two of them must stop the citywide epidemic before it goes global.
The police won't listen, the factory is suddenly heavily guarded, and weepies are more widespread than ever. Can Zelda and Lethe reform the weepies addicts and turn them against their crooked government? Or will they have to take direct action against the factory and shut down all production? Can Zelda avoid the fate of most addicts as she grieves her husband?
An incendiary conclusion will leave someone in tears.
"I wish I knew you were real...""I'm as real as you want me to be."
That was the conversation between Tara and the older man in her dream, the one that's been reoccurring three nights out of the week. In it, she met up with a devilishly handsome older man, an encounter which turned into an erotic escapade. She experienced such an intense desire to be with this man that she could no longer function during waking hours. Everywhere she went she swore she saw this man, yet, after a second glance, he was gone. After several visits with her psychologist, Dr. Evans, he told her it was her subconscious's way of satisfying her needs, as she's been without a physical relationship for so long. As for the sightings, he believed she was experiencing mild psychosis due to her fixation and not fully accepting the reality of the situation. One night, she couldn't fall asleep when she heard a knock at her window. Heart pounding, she peaked through the blinds, a mixture of fear, shock, and joy filled her body at the sight of the man she desired. Uncertain if she was awake or not, she wondered if dreams and reality were actually one and the same.
The Secret Killer
"I know your secret."
That is the note left on the victims of a serial killer running rampant in the city of Raleigh. So far, it is the only thing the four victims -- a lawyer, a janitor, a teacher, and a librarian -- have had in common. Now Dr. Rachel White, a biologist, has received an identical note on her desk. She is reluctant to call the police, though, because the envelope also contains proof that she falsified federally funded research findings. As police hunt for the killer, Dr. White receives increasingly unnerving notes -- pictures of her at work, shopping receipts, and items from her house. The increasingly personal nature of the messages causes Dr. White to suspect everyone close to her. Then, she receives one final message:
A man drowned in sorrow that only feeds on candy finds a way through sugar rushes of entering in metadimensional plains where there are birds bigger than normal. A thin line between knowing what's real and what isn't, and a lot of cawking for survival. The man who grows feathers as large as his fears. Once the transition is done, the way back home will be long following trails of licorice.