I Can Kill by Angela Kay Book Tour and Giveaway :)
I
Can Kill
by
Angela Kay
Genre:
Crime Mystery, Thriller
I
Can Kill, and You Can't Catch Me...
These
were the last words The Carnations Killer said to FBI Special Agent
Aidan O'Reilly ten years ago before he went into hiding. He has
tortured and murdered fifty women since then and managed to elude
capture. Now, he's returned once again, and his new hunting ground is
Augusta, GA.
O'Reilly
teams up with Shaun Henderson, the special agent in charge of the
Augusta Resident Agency, to bring this ruthless killer to justice
once and for all. But as each second ticks by, tensions rise and
O'Reilly finds himself in a race against time before the killer slips
away again.
Testimonial featured on
the back of the book:
“A
gripping new thriller by Angela Kay that pits FBI Special Agent Aidan
O’Reilly against the Carnations Killer, a serial killer who enjoys
playing Cat and Mouse with this formidable agent.” -- Dana
Ridenour, retired FBI Agent and award winning author of Behind The
Mask and Beyond The Cabin
**On
sale for .99 cents 4/25 – 4/29!!**
LIEUTENANT
CHRISTENSON STARED at the lifeless body of a young woman who appeared
to be in her late twenties. Her eyes were closed, and her French
braided hair looked like a mass of blonde spider webs. The bruising
on her body was prominent, and he could tell she’d endured a great
amount of torture. Her wrists and ankles held deep gashes, as though
she’d once been bound by a thin wire. She had two puncture wounds
on her neck indicating a taser had been used.
She
appeared to have been posed: her legs straight in front of her, head
facing the sky, arms positioned over her chest. She held a bouquet of
white carnations in her hands, which stood in contrast against her
black dress.
Christenson
noticed her fingernails were broken and rugged. She had splinters and
blood underneath them. He guessed it was possible she’d tried
escaping from wherever she was originally held.
But
what struck his interest the most was the envelope resting against
the carnations. It read: FBI
Special Agent Aidan O’Reilly.
Christenson
had one of his men contact the Resident Agency in Augusta to notify
them of the note singling out one of their agents. After hearing the
details of the crime, Assistant Special Agent-In-Charge Monroe
informed him she would get in touch with Agent O’Reilly and
dispense a team of agents to the location.
As
he waited for the FBI to arrive, the medical examiner was finishing
her first-glance examination of the body.
One
of his men interviewed the teenage couple who called it in, while two
divers searched beneath the Clarks Hill Lake, and the rest of the men
scoured the surrounding areas. So
far, no other evidence had been found.
He
watched as his divers pushed their heads out from underneath the
water and returned to shore. They reported to him that nothing
unusual was found. He received the same from the land squad.
Christenson
frowned at the body as the medical examiner rose.
“From
what I can tell based on the body temp,” she began, removing her
latex gloves, “she’s been dead for about six or seven hours. I’ll
know more once I perform the autopsy. I’d have to say the cause of
death was strangulation by a thin wire of some sort.”
Christenson
nodded. “I’ve been instructed by the FBI to leave the body as she
was found. But once she’s released to you, she’s your first
priority.”
“Understood.”
He
stepped over to where the teenage couple stood. As he neared, he
heard the young man say, “Can’t believe I actually found a dead
body.”
“I
don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight,” the girl whined.
The light wind bristled through her brown hair, sweeping a strand in
her eyes. She brushed it to the side with a frown and hugged herself.
“It’s so awful.”
“It’s
very CSI-y, isn’t it?” The boy let out a scoff.
“This
isn’t a joke,” Christenson said, frowning. “A woman’s dead.”
The
boy swallowed as his gaze settled on the lieutenant. “I didn’t
mean—I was just saying—"
Christenson
ignored him with a wave of his hand and looked at the officer who
interviewed the couple. “What did you get?”
“Wrong
place, wrong time,” the officer replied. “They planned on
spending the day here but found her instead.”
“Are
you going to arrest us?” the boy asked.
“No,”
Christenson assured him. “Thank you for calling it in. You’re
free to go home, but the feds may need to speak with you later.”
“Thanks,”
the girl muttered. She tugged her boyfriend’s hand and pulled him
from the scene. He followed with reluctance, his eyes glued to the
body by the water.
“All
right, men, listen up,” Christenson called out. His officers looked
his way, giving him their attention. “When the FBI arrives, I want
us to be as
cooperative as possible. Understood?”
His
men muttered their agreements.
Christenson
returned to where the body rested. He wondered what her name was, who
her family was. She had a wedding band, and he wondered if she and
her husband had any children.
“It’s
tragic,” Sergeant Taylor stated, standing next to him.
Christenson
didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. During the thirty years he
spent as a police officer, he’d seen unimaginable things.
And
he knew it wouldn’t be his last.
All
he knew to do to compensate for the evil deeds of the world was his
job.
Equipped with a professional writing degree from Augusta State University, Angela Kay is a southern lady who spends her days and nights dreaming up new ways to solve dark murders of normal people.
Angela
Kay was one of 23 across the United States to win a 2009 playwright
contest for her one-act entitled “Digging Deeper.” Because of
this, she was able to spend a week in Atlanta at the Horizon Theater
Company.
She
lives in Augusta, Georgia with her crazy calico, Maggie.
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