Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

January 20, 2013

Revenge Is A Dish 25% excerpt!

The recently re-released mystery/suspense novella, REVENGE IS A DISH, is the subject of today’s 25% excerpt.

RevengeIsADish_200x300Neil frowned. “To ensure I would be seen as guilty?” he asked puzzled. “But they don’t have a body.”

Kent just stared at him.

“Do you know who is behind this? Who would go to such extremes?”

“Not really. I have one or two ideas, but to be honest I can’t think of anyone who hates us this much.”

“You’re not going to share?” Neil asked.

“Not yet, I’m still working through possibilities.”

“Uh-uh.” Neil pursed his lips.

“I’ve been thinking about what’s happened,” Kent said, “and I think that besides wanting to punish you and me for whatever reason, he wants to hurt Winton Enterprises too.” Kent kept the gnawing anger from his voice; it wouldn’t help either of them. He had to keep calm, especially for Neil’s sake. He didn’t know what the next few hours might bring; he had to be ready for anything.

“Why?” Neil queried.

“The press has too much detailed information. It’s as if someone is feeding them stuff with the intent of dragging Winton Enterprises into this mess. That is intentional.”

“Damn it, Kent, we can’t let them get away with this,” Neil said.

“Neil, concentrate. The only way they can get away with this is for both of us to disappear, permanently.” Kent hesitated. Taking hold of Neil’s hands, he added, “Or, at least for me to disappear and you to get arrested for my murder.”

“But you’re not dead.” Neil sounded incredulous and Kent recognized that he found the whole situation hard to cope with.

“I will be,” Kent said quietly, looking Neil directly in the eye. Kent didn’t believe that Neil hadn’t allowed himself to consider that possibility.

“No! Oh God, Kent, no. We have to find a way out of here.” Neil grabbed a hold of Kent’s hands squeezing them tightly.

“I know.”

Chapter Four

 Terence Winton arrived at his desk earlier than usual. He rarely got into work before his secretary but two missing employees – no two missing friends – wasn’t a normal situation. Kent and Neil had worked for his company for a number of years and he couldn’t countenance the reports and rumors flying about the city about the two of them. One of the first things on his agenda for that morning was a telephone call with the Chief of Police.

He moved over to the windows and was opening the blinds, not too much, the sun was always strong in the mornings and it could be a delicate balance to get them just right.

“Good morning, sir,” a voice said from behind him.

“Ah, morning, Sally. A busy day looms.”

“Yes, sir. Coffee?”

“Don’t suppose there’s a shot of whisky you could slide in there?

She smiled, “Sorry, sir.”

The morning dragged more than he would like but Chief Henson wasn’t available until nine, so he called Payton Sharp, his Chief of Security, for an update.

“Can I get back to you later, Mr. Winton?” Payton asked, “I have a call in to a friend and would like the line clear for an hour or so.”

“Of course. I’ll let you know if I learn anything from Henson.”

Terence decided to read the newspapers and then wished he hadn’t. He glanced at the calendar on his computer, he had a meeting lined up for later in the morning and he opened the file on his desk to read up on the proposed contract. He should have checked it over yesterday but he hadn’t been able to concentrate on it. He looked at the newspapers again, wished he could do something positive to help but knew it was out of his hands. He couldn’t let his life fall apart because of this, and that meant doing his job, running his company. He had people who relied on him for their livelihoods. With a sigh, he concentrated on the printed words in the file.

Nine o’clock came round at last and he telephoned police headquarters again, hoping he could learn something new from Henson. He had been speaking to the man for ten minutes, and it hadn’t taken him long to realize just how interested Henson was in a political career. He certainly knew how to avoid giving a straight answer.

“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Winton,” Sally had popped her head around his door, “but your next appointment is here.”

Terence frowned, but said into the telephone, “I’m sorry, Chief Henson, but I must cut this short. We will speak again. Thank you.”

“My next appointment?”

“You asked to see Henry Makita as soon as he reported for duty.”

“Of course, send him in.”

Henry Makita had worked for Payton Sharp in Security for some time and Payton considered him trustworthy. Terence had never had cause to doubt Sharp’s judgment.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Makita asked as he stepped inside.

“Yes, take a seat. I just wish to check certain facts with you, Henry. I know you answered a couple of questions for the police. I need confirmation of exactly what you said.”

Henry frowned a little but quickly responded. “Yes, sir. I identified Mr. Carson’s glasses. I was surprised to see them broken and splattered with blood like that. They asked about the relationship between the two men and I mentioned that they were not as close as they used to be.”

“That was all? You said nothing else at all, not the reason for the… estrangement?”

“No, sir. I realized I had probably already said too much and clammed up. Told them I didn’t know anything more.”

“I see. Have you read the article in this morning’s paper?”

“Yes sir. I was surprised at some of the… information in the article.”

“What exactly were you surprised about, Henry?”

“The accuracy of some of the comments, Mr. Winton. It was… I…” He stopped speaking and looked at Mr. Winton, a question in his eyes.

“Speak freely, Henry.”

“Yes, sir. It seemed to me that someone had been talking to that reporter, sir. There’s no other way the paper could have had such detail about Mr. Tyler and Mr. Carson and the problem with their friendship.”

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