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Modem Operandi [A Pendragon and Pendragon Mystery] [MultiFormat]
eBook by T. K. Sheils
eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Humor
eBook Description: Bizarre and mesmerizing computer graphics slaughter people who seemingly have nothing in common ... except access to the Internet. Is a high-tech serial killer on the loose? When Arthur Reynes has his head blown in by his e-mail, his current girlfriend, Vicki Northon, calls his uncle, Gareth. Gareth "Pen" Pendragon is a Paranormal Private Investigator who debunks fake spiritualists and finds lost objects, even though his psychic powers are erratic and sometimes erroneous. When he meets Vicki, however, Gareth discovers she has psychic visions that are dependable--but only when she and Pen are making love, which is not always practical. Nevertheless, Gareth and Vicki succeed often enough in such "interfacing," but will their efforts be enough so that the modus operandi is uncovered and the perpetrator of Arthur's murder is brought to justice before more people suffer hideous deaths? [Genres: Mystery / Detective / Humor ]
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2007
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6 Reader Ratings:
 
"5 Stars! ... Once again, author T. K. Sheils draws upon Mayan mythology to create a richly textured, uniquely detailed story guaranteed to keep you awake long after the last page is turned. The hypnotic swirls of the graphics created by a serial killer destroy people who seemingly have nothing in common except access to the Internet. When the latest victim proves to be the nephew of PPI (Private Paranormal Investigator) Gareth Pendragon, the game is on. Assisted by his deceased nephew's lover, Vicki, Pendragon matches wits with a killer known only as K. Soon Vicki discovers her own psychic abilities, brought about during her sexual encounters with Pen. Between them, amid finding more and more victims of the grotesque killing methods, Vicki and Pen are determined to find the modem operandi of this horrific killer before Vicki herself becomes a victim. Combining grotesque horror and raw sexual play, Modem Operandi creates a spellbinding tale of sinister power."--Cindy Penn, Wordweaving
"The swirling, colorful image on his computer's monitor troubles Arthur Reynes so deeply that he gets no satisfaction from coupling with his lover, Vicki. The image weighs so heavily on his mind that he takes a second look at it while she sleeps. When Vicki awakens, she finds Arthur dead--without a face. Much to the annoyance of the Toronto police, Vicki summons her deceased lover's uncle, the psychic private detective Gareth Pendragon. Before long, Vicki and Pen [as he's known] are working together on what is obviously a serial killings case. This story is proof that anyone who thinks mysteries can't--or shouldn't be--sexy is mistaken. Mr. Sheils' book is packed with innuendo, clever wordplay and witty banter. A good read for any mystery fan who is not skeptical about the paranormal."--Catherine Witmer, Just Views
Vicki awoke at three, according to the glowing red digits on the bedside clock. She wasn't sure what had awakened her--whether there had been some sound or whether in her sleep. She had reached out and Arthur wasn't there, but she became aware of the bluish glow from across the hall and realized he must be at his computer. So she rose and, because the night air was still warm with July humidity, she strolled across to the den in her nakedness. That curious blue and purple picture was glowing on the screen. She could see it from the door, and Arthur, with his back to her, was apparently staring at it--or asleep. His head was leaning against the top of the chair's back. She circled around so she could see which it was, staring or snoozing. If it was the former, she thought she'd dance naked between him and the screen. If it was the latter, she'd holler "Sodom and Gomorrah," or some other Irish curse. But it was neither. For Arthur had no face. Where it used to be, a pulpy, bleeding mass of shredded flesh and shattered bone blindly faced the computer monitor. So Vicki neither danced nor cursed ... she merely shrieked in wordless horror.
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