BOOK ONE: Bill Prime and the Zero Ring Men
CHAPTER ONE: Lucy’s Perfect Pitch
CHAPTER FOUR: The Tall Man and the Four Elements
CHAPTER FIVE: The Zero Ring Men
CHAPTER SEVEN: You Don’t Breathe Because The Air is On Fire
CHAPTER EIGHT: Buried Alive and The Demon Comes
CHAPTER NINE (FINAL): The Dream
SERIES OVERVIEW:
What the hell is a Bill Prime?
The dude is a ghost hunter – in his own eyes, a “cold case” private investigator.
In this nine-chapter short novel, Bill’s been hired to check out a house that won’t sell – the property manager thinks it’s got some psychic disturbance. Together with his “sensitive” (a short, rotund woman named Lucy who has a singing voice like Etta James), he checks it out.
At the scene, Bill and Lucy are visited by a strange group of men, also called to investigate the house, but for a very different client. These men are unique from one another in every way – from nationality to height to temperament – but are joined by the “zero ring” worn on their fingers. They each seem to have too many teeth and their eyes are rotting behind their sunglasses.
The men have plans for Bill and Lucy, and there’s still the matter of what’s in the house. What dark force has drawn this group together, what the zero men seek, is somewhere within the abandoned Adirondack home, waiting to be set free.
The short novel is eight free chapters, and then the ninth chapter will cost 99 cents, so the author can pay for electricity. Or, at least, buy something at the Dollar Store.
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