I have been slowly making a series of posts that follow along the plot of my first novel, Dance of the Butterfly. These are all to hopefully entice new readers through the vehicle of some contextual hints. I hope it has been working, and I hope those of you who do decide to read my book enjoy it. In that vein, let’s have another taste, shall we?
“Maybe we ought to just kill the girl,” speaks a voice, the tone one of calmly discussing the possible mowing of a lawn.
“No, no, that should not be done.”
Gnegon looks up from swirling his glass, the clear contents not interrupted by any ice or other flavorings, the expensive vodka not so delicate as to change its subtleties of taste from this mere motion. He also wears a very fine tuxedo, looking all the world like he is ready to head to an evening of celebration and entertainment, which he is.
He fixes his narrow eyes on the inspector, the Interpol man also dressed very nicely, more so than his usual daily flair, also holding a preparatory drink in advance of this evening’s festivities.
“Why not?” he asks, then after a short moment, “Do you like this girl, Gaspare?”
Duilio smirks, a subtle curl to one side of his lips, “Oh, no, she is exciting, to be sure, but she is not exactly … my taste. Perhaps if I were twenty years younger.”
The two share a short laugh at this.
“No,” Duilio repeats on the tail end of the shared chuckling, “The vigilante will come again.”
“How do you know?” the crime boss presses, any trace of levity gone from his features.
“A hunch,” Duilio finally answers.
Will this trap work? Find out what happens in Dance of the Butterfly, the first book in my urban fantasy series. For 18+ readers.
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