by David Aslin
All those things never occurred to Ian; but what did occur to him, at least for a split second, was his recognition of, Old English 800 - Malt Liquor branded artfully across the trucks trailer.
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Three days later still
Alarm buzzers occasionally were doing what they do. Sub-quiet beeping sounds continuously emitted from various monitors. The patient laying in the hospital bed was neatly fixed to an assortment of sensory transmitting leads and an IV drip sprouted from the top elbow fleshy part of his right arm. Looming about in the private room, hovering above the patient was a man who had been with the patient off and on, for a week.
“I hope you can hear me. I can’t keep my little secret, a secret any longer. Ian, I’ve gotten for you, a new fury companion. I took the liberty of naming him, Scout. Ian, his mother and father were Scout’s. He’s Scout’s twin, with the same police training and well, here’s the best part. I used one of my gifts to well, he has all of Scouts fond memories of you. Ian, for all intents and purposes, he is your dog, he is, Scout. Zoey too, she’s coming to see you. When I told her of your, apparent condition, she insisted on coming. Her flight arrives in a few hours. These fool doctors say you’re not going to live. But I know who you are. You are Ian McDermott, monster hunter. Together our stories have crossed oceans of time. One day men will look back and say, it was we who gave birth to the twentieth century and beyond.”
Alarms began blaring as Ian’s heart monitor flat-lined. Clayton instantly pushed the buttons he’d seen the nurses operate time and again to silence the alarms. With infinitely more attraction than any moth to a flame, wild-eyed, Clayton began closing on Ian’s jugular, as he whispered, “All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.”
COMING SOON from the author DAVID REUBEN ASLIN
JACK-KNIFE
Book IIII of the Ian McDermott Paranormal Investigator series
Ian gets struck down in the streets of New Orleans by an out-of-control jackknifing truck. Now in the hospital, in a coma, (aided by a supernatural friend) Ian travels back in time within the theater of his mind, finding himself no longer in New Orleans, but rather in London, England, during the height of the Victorian age. The year, 1888. What does he do? Ian does what he always does... investigates monsters and their related malevolent mayhem!
Can Ian accomplish the near impossible and solve once and for all time what nobody else could/can? The infamous string of Whitechapel crimes? The series of horrific mutilation murders committed by none other than… YOU KNOW WHO!
AND …
BRAINS BACON BEER & ZOMBIES
A Tongue and Cheek (and other body parts) Apocalyptic Thriller
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