Release Day
This Little Piggy Had None release date September 18 available in kindle form and Paperback at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR86M7F
Excerpt:(edited for space)
Terrence had been shocked and pleasantly
surprised when the old Byers department store building went on the market. The
building had been left to decay for the last twenty years, but it could be
salvageable with a little construction.
Terrence had thought he would have
gotten a really good deal on the property but the competition had been fierce;
mainly in the form of dealing with that real estate devil, Herbert
Weatherthorpe.
Weatherthorpe through his lawyer and
real estate agent, had tried to undercut Terrence and get the building from
Terrence, but Terrence’s real estate guru had been better. Now the building was Terrence’s and the construction would soon begin.
The phone rang and Terrence answered it.
“Is this Terrence Stewart?” a deep
timbered voice asked.
“It is. Who is this?”
“Herbert Weatherthorpe.”
So the man dared to call Terrence
himself? Ha, Ha, Terrence would have some fun with him. Weatherthorpe could do
no harm the building was after all Terrence’s.
“I see,” Terrence answered.
“Don’t hang up; we have something to
talk about.”
“We have nothing to discuss,
Weatherthorpe.”
“But we do. If you want to truly own the
Beyer building…”
“I already own the building,” Terrence
declared triumphantly.
“Do you have the keys?”
“No,” Terrence admitted not knowing
quite why he answered that way. He had the key, (a skeleton key mind you, but
it would open the door) which he picked up at his real estate agent after
signing the papers yesterday.
“So if you want the keys meet me at it
third floor, at precisely eight thirty. Don’t be late.”
Then the cell phone call dropped.
How dare Weatherthorpe?
Terrence tried to call back the man but
no one answered. Terrence
was more than a little annoyed. Why that man had to meet him on the third floor
of the Beyer building? Terrence thought in the next moment he wouldn’t go! His
real estate person had given Terrence the key so why would that bastard
Weatherthorpe claim to have keys? Could he have keys? Should he really satisfy
his curiosity and meet the man? Terrence was meeting Kerwin at 8:30 a.m.
Yet Terrence was now curious. He had a
written confirmation by fax a few minutes ago, the place was now his. Wouldn’t that be fun to wave in that asses
face? He’d go if only to do that. Besides that man had no business trespassing
in Terrence’s building. Katha didn’t have to know any of this he hadn’t told
her anything about Weatherthorpe and his manipulations he didn’t need to tell
her anything about this now.
No, Terrence didn’t have time for this.
He’d go to breakfast and take his time with Kerwin. It wouldn’t hurt for that
bastard, Weatherthorpe to stew in his own juices waiting for Terrence. Then
Terrence would meet the devil at the Beyer building and gloat how he owned the
building that Weatherthorpe would never get the upper hand.
“See you when you get here then,” the
man cried, sounding triumphant and then Weatherthorpe had the nerve to hang-up
abruptly.
Terrence laughed into the dead air.
Terrence had no intention of being there at eight- thirty p.m., the fool could
wait.
Arriving a little after eleven a.m. Terrence
entered through the front door of the Beyer Building with the skeleton key he
had picked up at his real estate agent.
Terrence stared at the skeleton key. It
was his building he had proof, so why did he feel so uneasy? Terrence then
placed the skeleton key in his pocket.
Terrence stepped into the antique
elevator. The elevator creaked and made the usual noises of a decrepit
elevator, as it went up the floors. Terrence thought maybe he should have taken
the stairs. The elevator probably wasn’t safe. When had it last been serviced?
Oh well it would be demolished soon as a new system was put in which would be
much safer for his family.
The elevator lurched a little and then
stopped abruptly. Damn it, the elevator had stopped halfway below the floor,
Terrence thought.
Terrence pulled his body up and out of
the elevator and as he did he felt something hard come down on his head as his
body pitched forward.
~0~
A
short time later Terrence came to, dazed and confused, and looking up into the
face of a police officer who stated, “You have the right to remain silent and
refuse to answer questions. Do you understand?”
“Where am I?”
“The Beyer Department Building, sir.
Have you understood your rights as I’ve told you, so far?”
“Rights?”
“Yes, sir,” continued the cop, “Anything
you do say may be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?”
The cop then finished reading Terrence
his rights.
Terrence held his throbbing head trying
to understand what was happening. Why was he being arrested?
Terrence turned his head and couldn’t
believe his eyes. Not only was Herbert Weatherthorpe lying close to Terrence
with a hammer imbedded in his head; but in Herbert’s grasp was a skeleton’s
hand holding the skeleton key to this building that had been in Terrence’s
pocket. One finger also pointed pointing to something, but what? Terrence tried
to pull his thoughts together; but he just felt foggy. None of this made any
sense. Terrence heard another person come in the room and thought good they can
sort this out. He’d leave it in their hands.
“You idiot, Alan! This man is injured.
He can’t understand what you’re saying. Call an ambulance and get him to the
hospital,” he heard the new police officer say. Terrence just took a deep breath
and promptly passed out.
~0~
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