Book 1

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What's The Inspiration?

The character of Mario Zuberi was inspired by a friend. He's easy going and fun to be around. I wanted to build a character that reminds me of him (and he didn't mind) - thus Detective Zuberi was born.

Then I combined my love of police work, and the supernatural. I wanted to create a character that I haven't read about before - a hybrid. So I created Kyrie Albert.

This is a real passion project for me so it's taking a long time to right because I want it to be just right.

Excerpt

Part of Chapter One

 

“Albert,” I almost didn’t hear my phone over the horn of the transport truck. The driver irritated over a small car cutting him off almost causing an accident.

“You’re needed at Stone’s Parking Garage.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

I laid the dry cleaning flat in the trunk then got behind the wheel. Stone’s Parking Garage; Burnstone’s largest and most popular parking garage is strategically situated between uptown and downtown. Uptown is the nicer of the two districts. It’s filled with a mall, a few large box stores, the town hospital, nicer schools, a newer police station, and so much more. Uptown is where the tourists all stay. On the other end is downtown. This district is a little shadier with its clubs, bars, and small locally run shops. It also has the first and most over worked police station where I proudly work.

I parked my car just before the crime scene tape, reached over to the glove box pulling out my gun and badge attaching them to my hip as I stepped out. Officers were busy keeping civilians at bay while forensics worked on collecting evidence. I reached back into the car pulling out two coffees. The officer who lifted the tape for me had a pained almost fearful expression.

I didn’t get a chance to consider his expression as Officer Kyle Anderson rushed over to greet me. He’s been an officer for two years now, always cheerful and eager to help. I like Kyle, his thirst for learning is refreshing to see in such a younger officer. Standing a couple inches taller than my 5’3” he felt like my shadow as he rattled off some information about the crime scene as we neared the body. I can’t help but smile at the 22 year old man – especially when his face lights up with that smile of his.

“The victim is female, unfortunately we found no identification on her. There aren’t any witnesses, but we are trying to fill in the gaps by contacting everyone who has parked on this level in the past 24 hours,” he flipped through his note pad. “I’m trying to track down the manager of this parking garage. Maybe we can get lucky and catch the killer on the CCTVs.”

“Thank you Kyle. Any clues?”

“Nothing obvious. If there’s anything forensics will find it,” he glanced toward the body frowning. “She looks so young.”

“Anderson!” an older officer called to him.

“I have to go. If you need anything Detective let me know.”

“Kyrie,” I correct him yet again as he left. His lips quirked. I know he calls me that out of respect, if he wants to keep working cases with me I will break him of the habit.

“There you are,” my partner, Mario Zuberi, came to stand behind me.

“I wasn’t hiding,” I turned glancing up at him. A head taller than me with matching brown eyes and hair he smiled down at me cheerfully. “You got here before me. What do we have?”

 

“A murder,” I elbowed him careful not to spill the coffee in my hands. He laughed. “You’re going to have to see this one for yourself.”

“Okay what’s the catch with this case?”

“The body is just over there,” he reached for the extra coffee in my hands.

I pulled it out of his reach. “The officers look shaken and you’re being cryptic. How bad is it?”

“It’s not a gory scene,” his lips quirked snatching the coffee from my hands. “It was a vampire attack.”

“There’s no such thing as vampires.”

He guided me closer to the body that was further into the parking garage, almost right in the center. “Then how do you explain the victim’s body being completely drained of blood?”

“That is up to Mark to figure out. We are tasked with figuring out who killed her.”

“And the other bodies too.”

I stopped suddenly before our current victim. “What other bodies?”

“There were two bodies found last week. Apparently with no clue to the killer or any connection to either victims that the files got shuffled around. I only just found out about those victims.”

“Idiots. We’ll have to track down those case files when we get back to the station,” I bent down closer to the body of our current victim. “Why dump the body here?”

“Check the neck.”

I rolled my eyes but tilted my head to view the neck anyway. “Two pierce marks seemingly equal in width and possibly an inch apart. I wonder what kind of tool could do that?”

“None that I know of, logically of course,” he shrugged eyes sparkling. “I bet those marks are equal in depth too.”

“Mario,” I sighed shaking my head. “Don’t say it.”

“Vampire attack,” he grinned childishly. “There’s no other explanation.”

“There are no such thing as vampires.”

Mario helped me up. “You have no proof of that.”

“Neither do you,” I countered dusting off my pants. “Out of all the years that these vampire stories have been around there has never been any scientific proof of the existence of vampires.”

“Okay, okay,” he conceited with a laugh. “Here’s a fact for you; I heard that those bodies I mentioned earlier also had a bite mark on their neck.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “This serial killer has a vampire fetish.”