Author Scott Bury is releasing Dead Man Lying, his third book for the Lei Crime Series on Kindle Worlds!
Dead Man Lying will be added to the growing list for the Lei Crime Series on Amazon US by the end of the month, so be sure to look for it!
Excerpt for DEAD MAN LYING
Vanessa paused at the edge of the forest to try to rub some of the dirt off her shoes. “Steve Sangster. I can’t believe I’m investigating his death. Did you like his music, Detective Texeira?”
“Call me Lei. Yeah, I love all that folksy rock stuff. I even had one of Steven Sangster’s albums as a girl. Did you?”
Vanessa could not repress a smile. “I was a big fan. I had all his old CDs — still do. I had such a crush on him when I was 16. He was so handsome.”
Lei smiled back. “The blue eyes and the square chin, huh?”
So this is the famous Lei Texeira, Vanessa thought, looking at the slender detective with her peripheral vision while appearing to study the heiau. She was small for a cop, but athletic, with beautiful big brown eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her features spoke of a mixture of Hawaiian, Asian and European extraction. Her dark brown curls rippled to her shoulders, and Vanessa wondered briefly how much of the curling was due to the incredible humidity of Hana, on Maui’s rain coast.
“Is this where it happened?” said an unfamiliar voice. Vanessa and Lei turned and Vanessa’s shoe slipped again. Her knee buckled and she almost went down, but Lei’s small hand grabbed her arm, steadying her. Vanessa was impressed — Lei was stronger than she looked.
Steady again on the wet lava, she looked up to see a short, balding man letting the yellow police tape down behind him.
“Don’t the words ‘Do not cross’ mean anything to you?” Lei demanded, stepping toward the man.
“I’m Simon Sangster. He — the victim … I mean, he was my father,” the man stammered. He did not step back, but actually put a foot up on the lava rock.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Mr. Sangster, but you still cannot step past the yellow tape.”
The man scowled, straightened his back and puffed out his little chest, which did not protrude nearly as much as his belly. “Now that my father is — I mean, this is now my property,” he said, but his voice did not match his posture.
“I’m not sure that’s quite true, but even so, this is a crime scene and you’ll have to step back past the yellow tape,” Lei retorted. She lifted the tape for him.
“It’s so that no one inadvertently compromises the investigation,” Vanessa offered, trying to make her tone conciliatory. “Please, step back.”
“In-investigation?” he said, seeming to deflate. “I thought it was an accident?”
“We’ll have to wait for the coroner’s final report to know that,” said Lei. She stepped off the heiau and took the younger Sangster by the arm, directing him into the path back down the hill.
Vanessa had one foot off the lava platform when koa tree beside the path exploded, wood chips flying through the heavy air propelled by the shotgun report that rolled up the slope. Lei threw herself off the forest path, pushing the pudgy Simon Sangster down. Behind her, Vanessa dropped to the ground and rolled, tearing her jacket on ragged volcanic rock. They held still, barely breathing, counting the seconds as the top half of the koa tree slowly toppled.
No shots followed. Vanessa lifted her eyes above the long, pointed leaves of ground-hugging bushes. She counted to ten before lifting her head. Her face was wet from the bushes and covered with bits of shredded wood. She could see the corner of a building a hundred yards down the hill, but no shooter, no glint of low sunlight on a barrel, nothing but the suddenly silent rain forest of Maui. The birdsong had stopped. All Vanessa could hear was her own pounding heart. She made an effort to breathe.
No more shots.
“Agent Storm, are you okay?” said Lei from her hiding place among the trees.
“I’m fine, but my jacket is ruined. You?”
“I’m good.” Lei rose to a crouch, extending her arms to aim a Glock toward the house, then down the path.
Vanessa drew her Walther PPK from its shoulder holster, checking in the opposite direction. “What about Sangster?”
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You can also learn more about DEAD MAN LYING on Scott’s blog.
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Scott Bury can’t stay in one category.
After a 20-year career in journalism, he turned to writing fiction. “Sam, the Strawb Part,” a children’s story, came out in 2011, with all the proceeds going to an autism charity. Next was a paranormal short story for grown-ups, “Dark Clouds.”
The Bones of the Earth, a historical fantasy, came out in 2012. It was followed in 2013 with One Shade of Red, an erotic romance.
Army of Worn Soles, published in 2014, tells the true story of Maurice Bury, a Canadian drafted into the USSR’s Red Army to face the German invasion of the Soviet Union.
Invited to participate in two Kindle Worlds, he published Torn Roots: A Lei Crime Kindle World Novella and Jet – Stealth: A Jet Kindle World Novella. Both came out in July 2015.
In between writing books and blog posts, Scott helped found an author’s cooperative publishing venture, Independent Authors International. He is also President of author’s professional association BestSelling Reads.
You can find more about Scott Bury, and contact him through his website, http://www.writtenword.ca, his blog, Written Words, and on Twitter @ScottTheWriter.