'Safe Harbor'
Coming September 29th from Silver Publishing
https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/products_id/912/
Blurb:
When
Bobby, aka ‘Prizm’, witnesses the kidnapping of two other street kids
and later learns one of them was murdered, he goes to the only man he
thinks can help him.
Father
Kurt, an Episcopal priest who runs the Harbor, a shelter for homeless
kids, gets more than he bargained for when he talks Bobby into going to
the police.
While
the search is on for the killers, who may also be cops, Bobby and Kurt
find themselves attracted to each other. Then a new friend of Bobby’s is
taken by the murderers and he decides it’s time to use the resources at
hand, other street kids, to find and to stop the murderers.
Excerpt: (semi-edited)
Chapter One
"Shit."
Bobby aka 'Prizm' peered over the edge of the roof again and then
pulled his head back quickly. When he took another cautious look, he
thanked his lucky stars he'd decided to sleep on up there tonight, not
in one of the doorways.
Down
below him in the alley two kids he vaguely knew were being rousted by a
pair of cops. He couldn't see the cops' faces since the only light came
from dim bulbs over the back doors of a couple of shops, but he sure as
hell could see what they were doing. One of them had his hand tangled
in the girl's hair, forcing her to her knees in front of him. The other
one already had the boy on his knees, light glinting off the handcuffs
on his wrists for a second.
Bobby
didn't have to watch to know what came next. Instead he inched his way
to the corner of the roof and searched for the squad car. He knew he
probably wouldn't do anything about it, but he still wanted to find out
who the bastards were. That is if he could get a number off the car. The
problem was there was no squad car in sight. Where the hell is it? They had to have walked in from that end ‘cause it’s a blind alley.
Sitting
back on his heels, Bobby waited. The last thing he wanted was to watch
the kids being forced to go down on the cops. A few minutes later he
heard a muttered oath and the sound of a hand hitting flesh. Taking
another surreptitious look, Bobby saw the girl was sprawled on the
ground, sobbing, the cop standing over her as he zipped up his pants.
The other cop finished moments later, pulling out of the boy's mouth. As
he stripped off a condom and put his flaccid cock back into his pants,
he glanced at his partner and received a nod in return.
They
pulled the kids to their feet, cuffed the girl, and marched them to the
end of the alley. As Bobby watched, they opened the door to a dark
sedan, which explained why he hadn’t been able to find a squad car
anywhere around. They shoved the kids into the backseat, got into the
front seat and drove off moments later. Bobby tried to get the license
number, managing to see only the first letter and a number as the car
passed under a streetlight.
"D3,
D3, D3," he muttered as he made his way back to where his few
belongings sat. He took a scrap of paper from his backpack, wrote the
information down then shoved it into his pocket.
Now what? For sure I can't walk into the cop shop and report what I saw. Not with my record.
His
'record' included a couple of busts for soliciting and one for having
drug and graffiti paraphernalia on his person. He'd spent time in juvie
for the soliciting busts since he hadn't had the cash to pay the fines.
Of course, now that he was eighteen his records were sealed, but that
didn't mean a damned thing, and he knew it. He'd been on the streets
since he was fourteen. The cops in the area knew his face and had
rousted him often, even when they had no grounds to pick him up.
So who can I tell, and do I even want to? Yeah, it ain't right what they did, but…
Wrapping
his tattered blanket around himself he curled up, using his pack as a
pillow. He stared at the dark sky, the few stars occasionally hidden by
fast moving clouds.
'Just don't rain again. That'd really top off my night.'
He finally drifted off, still debating who he could talk to and whether it would do any good if he did.
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