Mystery / Thriller

Chasing a Serial Killer Takes a Deadly Turn

August 22, 2012
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Indie author Rachel Howzell

Los Angeles crime reporter Syeeda McKay, who is on the trail of a notorious serial killer nicknamed the Phantom Slayer, is summoned early one fall morning to a deserted parking lot in an infamously bad part of town. She’s gotten a tip from an unknown source, someone who claims to have information about the Phantom Slayer.

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But in Rachel Howzell‘s suspense thriller “No One Knows You’re Here” Syeeda is soon thrust into the middle of a crime scene. The source she was supposed to meet is dead, apparently the Phantom Slayer’s latest victim.

And Sy can’t shake that hair-on-the-back-of-her-neck feeling that .. someone is watching her.

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The Indie Author Life

Rachel Howzell takes to heart the advice writers often dispense – write often, write much, write some more. She also knows how to tease, tantalize, and tempt longtime fans and new readers alike.

Since early July she has been sharing her new short story “Red Sky in the Morning,” chapter by chapter, for free, on her blog.

Chapter Six begins like this:

Mom and I reunited in the empty waiting room. How small she looked. Seemed as though the chemicals that streamed through her bloodstream had shrunk her to be the size of a sixteen year-old, only weaker, frailer. Her fawn-colored skin had paled, and blended with the beige scarf on her head.

She scrutinized me with eyes set deep in their sockets. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Ready?”

“You’ve been crying.” She smoothed my hair. “I’m sick but I’m not blind.”

“I’m fine.” I faked a smile. “Let’s get you home.”

She smirked. “So I can throw up in private, right?”

We laughed even though her sickness was far from funny. It took the length of our commute from Westwood to Long Beach—thirty-two miles—for her body to rebel against Taxol. As soon as we’d get home, Mom would hop out of the car, and nearly kick down the front door.

Visit Rachel Howzell’s blog to read more.

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