killerbyte

Ellie Conway is an FBI agent who works serial crime cases. In her own time, she runs an internet poetry chat room. When someone tries to kill her, it appears to be linked to her activity in cyberspace.

Matters are complicated when her assailant’s dismembered body turns up the trunk of Ellie’s car. As chat room regulars start dropping like flies, she realizes there is something far deeper going on.

Despite an abundance of crime scenes, no evidence is forthcoming to help identify a motive or perpetrator. The death toll rises and includes FBI colleagues and her mother. Ellie discovers her brother is a suspect. But she thinks it’s someone within the FBI. The discovery of a high school friend’s body and a chance remark from twelve years prior, provide the first real clue, and the Unsub’s twisted goal unravels.

Killerbyte

A taste of chapter one...

The door handle moved, keys rattled. The door handle moved again, this time twisting back and forth. The frame groaned under applied force to the door. Keys rattled once more and the handle now moved freely, unrestrained by the lock, but the secondary deadbolt kept the door from opening and seemed to annoy the person outside the door. It was almost ghostly as the handle twisted back and forth, even if mortal cursing emanated from the dark silhouette. My cell phone rang in the other room.

I backed into the living room and answered the call as I kept my gun trained on the door. I had to wonder how and why someone had keys to my house, as I thanked God for the extra deadbolts that this person didn’t expect to find.

“Are you home?”

I detected an angry tone and stifled the urge to reply in kind. Instead, I returned to the kitchen. The silhouette appeared to be talking into something.

“Yes, I am home.”

“Then open the goddamn door.” Yep, I was getting tone, not something I appreciated at this time of night. I recognized the voice but still had no idea how he came by keys to my home.

“Why are you out here?”

“Ellie, open the fucking door.”

“How about ‘no’? How about you fuck off and never come back?” My mind groaned: way to be a grown-up, Ellie! My heart rate was climbing and my trigger finger itchy. He was the last person on earth I would ever give a key. He was pond scum.

I disconnected the call. No point in a brain tumor from the cell phone when he was yelling on the other side of the door. While he hollered, I pressed in the panic sequence on the alarm panel. My old pal Kevin and several police officers would be along presently, admittedly presently when you live forty minutes from town wasn’t always as quick as I’d like. Tonight, I wanted quicker than humanly possible.

I settled myself by the kitchen counter on a stool. He couldn’t get in unless he broke a window because I wasn’t about to open the door.

He pounded on the door. I made coffee. He kicked the door. I lit a cigarette.

He yelled at me. I ignored him. He threatened me. “I have a free lesson in manners out here for you. I won’t be banned! You need to learn your lesson.”

I took a deep breath.

He violently rattled the door handle. “I have something for you. You’ll like it.”

I remained silent. He cursed my mother. I silently agreed with him that it was all true.

killerbyte Killerbyte: When a poetic psychopath starts hunting and killing patrons in Special Agent Ellie Conway's chat room, Ellie finds herself embroiled in an invisible killer's twisted plan and battling to keep her sanity. killerbyte on Mobipocket. killerbyte on Amazon.		killerbyte Ellie Conway is an FBI agent who works serial crime cases. In her own time, she runs an internet poetry chat room. When someone tries to kill her, it appears to be linked to her activity in cyberspace. Matters are complicated when her assailant’s dismembered body turns up the trunk of Ellie’s car. As chat room regulars start dropping like flies, she realizes there is something far deeper going on. Despite an abundance of crime scenes, no evidence is forthcoming to help identify a motive or perpetrator. The death toll rises and includes FBI colleagues and her mother. Ellie discovers her brother is a suspect. But she thinks it’s someone within the FBI. The discovery of a high school friend’s body and a chance remark from twelve years prior, provide the first real clue, and the Unsub’s twisted goal unravels. Killerbyte A taste of chapter one... The door handle moved, keys rattled. The door handle moved again, this time twisting back and forth. The frame groaned under applied force to the door. Keys rattled once more and the handle now moved freely, unrestrained by the lock, but the secondary deadbolt kept the door from opening and seemed to annoy the person outside the door. It was almost ghostly as the handle twisted back and forth, even if mortal cursing emanated from the dark silhouette. My cell phone rang in the other room. I backed into the living room and answered the call as I kept my gun trained on the door. I had to wonder how and why someone had keys to my house, as I thanked God for the extra deadbolts that this person didn’t expect to find. “Are you home?” I detected an angry tone and stifled the urge to reply in kind. Instead, I returned to the kitchen. The silhouette appeared to be talking into something. “Yes, I am home.” “Then open the goddamn door.” Yep, I was getting tone, not something I appreciated at this time of night. I recognized the voice but still had no idea how he came by keys to my home. “Why are you out here?” “Ellie, open the fucking door.” “How about ‘no’? How about you fuck off and never come back?” My mind groaned: way to be a grown-up, Ellie! My heart rate was climbing and my trigger finger itchy. He was the last person on earth I would ever give a key. He was pond scum. I disconnected the call. No point in a brain tumor from the cell phone when he was yelling on the other side of the door. While he hollered, I pressed in the panic sequence on the alarm panel. My old pal Kevin and several police officers would be along presently, admittedly presently when you live forty minutes from town wasn’t always as quick as I’d like. Tonight, I wanted quicker than humanly possible. I settled myself by the kitchen counter on a stool. He couldn’t get in unless he broke a window because I wasn’t about to open the door. He pounded on the door. I made coffee. He kicked the door. I lit a cigarette. He yelled at me. I ignored him. He threatened me. “I have a free lesson in manners out here for you. I won’t be banned! You need to learn your lesson.” I took a deep breath. He violently rattled the door handle. “I have something for you. You’ll like it.” I remained silent. He cursed my mother. I silently agreed with him that it was all true. Available from Mobipocket.com and all their affiliated sites from April 10th 2009. Publisher: Rebel e Publishers ISBN: 978-0-9814256-2-7
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