Dead on Halloween (Kindle and ePub)

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The 7th book in the Victoria Mattsen crime series. A female detective, police procedurals, women Sleuth murder mystery.

It's the kind of crime that sends shivers down your spine.

Detective Mattsen faces a killer whose methods are as terrifying as they are puzzling. Each clue, each victim dressed as a vampire, takes Mattsen and her partner deeper into a maze of terror.

Will they catch the murderer before the clock tolls for another soul? Or will the chilling specter of Halloween cloak the killer's deadly dance?

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Enjoy an excerpt from Dead on Halloween

Cindy Kent took long, purposeful strides on the pavement, oblivious to her mortality. The bus stop was ten minutes away, and she was running late.

Cars drove past her on the road, their headlights splicing the darkness. Two women approached from the opposite direction. The streetlamp’s yellow glow cast eerie shadows on the pavement.

Cindy bared her teeth as she passed them.

The women froze. Their eyes widened.

“Mother of God,” said one of them. She made a sign of the cross and pulled the other closer.

Cindy smiled. Her looks were convincing. She checked the time on her phone. Darn. She would have to take a shortcut if she wanted to catch the seven p.m. bus. There was no avoiding it. She took a deep breath and turned into the cemetery.

Cindy walked briskly along the footpath and tried to forget her fears. She thought of why she loved this time of the year. Leaves were turning from green to a golden hue. The crunch of dried leaves underneath her feet was music to her ears. The air was crisp and clean. The faint smell of woodsmoke in the air reminded her that after Halloween came Thanksgiving, then Christmas, her favorite holiday.

She was about to smile when a dark object zigzagged across the air before her. Cindy jumped back. She placed a hand on her chest to calm her pounding heart. “It’s only a bat.”

She continued along the path.

“Hoot, hoot, hoot.” The sound got louder, then stopped.

Cindy gritted her teeth, pulse racing. “You don’t scare me, Mr. Owl.”

The deeper she went into the cemetery, the fainter the sound of car engines, tooting horns, and car radios got. Eventually, they disappeared, and she was alone in the middle of the cemetery. Her only companions were the whooshing wind, rustling leaves, and scurrying in the dark.

Cindy was isolated from the rest of the world, but was she alone? Rows of tombstones lined both sides of the walkway.

Here she was, surrounded by hundreds of people. But all were as silent as the graves they slept in. Nervous laughter escaped her lips. She’d seen people with picnic baskets on the grass in the past, and they seemed to enjoy themselves. She was so terrified right now that she couldn’t imagine how they found it fun.

Cindy walked faster, hypersensitive to every sound. Despite her wearing thermal underwear, a chill traveled down her spine. She pulled her black cloak tighter and cast furtive glances behind her.

She was surrounded by all types of graves, headstones, mausoleums, and statues of angels. The moonlight cast irregular shadows like bodies rising from the ground—grotesque and foreboding.

There seemed to be more mausoleums in this section of the cemetery than others. The biggest one had the word Crawford embossed on it. Cindy could barely pay her rent. Why someone would build a house to keep a dead body when people were teetering on homelessness was beyond her.

Well, it wasn’t a new thing. People had gone to great lengths in the past and spent untold riches to house the dead. The pyramids in Egypt, The Taj Mahal in India, the—

She jerked to her left. What was that? Then to her right. Was that a scraping sound?

Cindy believed that once someone died, that was it. She didn’t believe in that afterlife nonsense. But tonight was not the best time to test that theory. Her muscles tightened, ready for her to run if need be.

The sound of traffic got louder. She was getting closer to the other end of the cemetery. Cindy heaved a sigh of relief, rechecked her phone screen, and smiled. Taking the shortcut across the graveyard was worth it. She’d be at the bus stop on time and planned never to walk across the cemetery again, even if she was offered money.

She whirled to the sound of running footsteps behind her. “What the—?”

Something dark lunged at her, knocking the breath out of her.

Cindy screamed and fell to the ground. She struggled to get up, but whatever it was struck her in the head. Pain enveloped her. The sky lit up with a stunning display of glistening stars, similar to a shower of fireworks at night. She was hit again on the head, and everything went dark.