His Work; Danny Boy

Hardcover, with Jacket.

"Ma, who took Danny?" It all started when the children went missing. Children don't just disappear from right in front of their front door. Not in such a small town. Is the ex-cop legit? Did his son really disappear, too? What really happened in the church and who was in the old shack? A page turner that readers are already comparing to Dan Brown for the rollercoaster pace. Autographed first edition; $29.95 [what's a first edition?]

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Excerpt;

Danny sat up as someone began to unlock the door. The door opened. It was him. "You know, you can't keep me and Diana locked up here forever. We need to go to school-and suppose we get sick or something." "Well kid," he said, "I'm afraid you got nothing to say about it. You'll stay locked up until you realize that this is your home. Now come on out and eat your breakfast with your sister, then I want you guys to shower. You're both starting to stink," he said letting the door fly open. Diana was sitting at the table when Danny walked out. She looked very tired and sad. The man put two bowls on the table and a box of cereal. "You don't look so hot, kid," he said to her. "I need my mother," she wailed. "It's a girl thing. I need my mother," she repeated as tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Oh damn. I knew you'd be nothing but trouble, you stupid little bitch." "Stop talking to her like that! Can't you see she's sick," yelled Danny in her defense. "She's not sick. Just shut your mouth kid, before I put my fist in it," he barked. Diana looked up at Danny and smiled at him slightly. He knew what he'd have to do as soon as the opportunity presented itself. The man bent over into the refrigerator and Danny jumped into action. He grabbed an iron skillet off the stove. Grabbing the handle with both hands he let go his best Ted Williams swing as the man turned toward him, catching him flush in the face. The stunned man staggered toward Danny and reached out to grab him. Danny easily stepped aside and hit him another one in the back of the head as he fell past him. Once on the floor, Danny hit him several more times until he was completely still. As the blood sprayed on the child with each hit, he cried out in rage and fear and horror. Behind him, he could hear Diana screaming hysterically. "Diana, get that rope he used to tie us up with," he yelled, wiping at his own tears with a sleeve as boys tend to do. "Is he dead?" she whispered, handing him the twine with shaking hands. "I hope so, but I ain't taking any chances. I'm tying him down real good so we can get out of here." Danny tied his best boy scout knots around the man's wrists behind his back and secured the rope to his ankles rendering him helpless, then he hit him with the pan one more time for good measure. "If he ain't dead, he'll have a pretty bad headache and wish he was." Taking a pillow case the children filled it with a few things and darted out the door. The terrain did not look familiar. "We better stay off the road in case he ain't dead and decides to look for us. We got matches and a blanket, and maybe enough food for a couple a days. We should be able to walk out of here and find someone pretty easy, I think." "I'm scared Danny. I think we should stay with the road as long as we can," suggested Diana. Their debate was interrupted by a loud noise back in the house. They didn't know what it was and out of fear and panic, they ran to get out of sight.