TITLE: LETHAL IMPULSE
GENRE: Adult Suspense
Weeds of guilt thrived in Neil Caldera’s heart from the day he killed her. Another Saturday evening visit to the bar and grill in Madison, Georgia, brought no relief. The rattle of ice in glasses, clinks of bottles and endless chatter equaled a similar place he frequented when he lived in New York City. One more reminder of the killer this former detective pursued and the young woman killed by a bullet from his weapon. That was the last time Neil confronted anyone for criminal behavior.
Neil leaned on his left forearm and picked at the mahi-mahi. He set the fork aside, rubbed his face. He propped on his elbows and peered between his fingers. Every face expressed some semblance of enjoyment except two—his and the man wearing his shirt tail outside his jeans at the front door. The man crossed the dining room front-to-back. He moseyed by Neil at an angle. A bulge showed beneath the indigo shirt at the left hip. An odor of cigarettes trailed him.
A second twentyish male in a black hoodie sauntered in and propped on the corner of the bar. The newcomer faced the front windows.
The forty-year-old waitress strode to the table at Neil’s head tilt.
“Ready for dessert?”
He rose to his feet. “Trip the silent alarm and act normal,” he whispered. “Will you do that for me?”
“Call nine-one-one to confirm the alarm when you get to the kitchen.”