
The Black Dog – A Harbinger of Death
Starting Monday, we will be having another week of Excerpts, here on The Write Stuff. I’ll post separately on that shortly. Since I have no #FabulousFridayGuestBlogger this week, I’ve decided start early, by sharing an excerpt from my current WIP, Harbinger: Wake-Robin Ridge Book 3. This is from the rough draft, so be kind. đ
To set this up, we met Rabbit in Book 2, A Boy Named Rabbit. He and his adoptive father, MacKenzie Cole, have been asked by the sheriff to help with a 20-year old cold case file. Mac is a master of gathering intel of various sorts through his computer research firm, and Rabbit has skills far and above the average 11-year-old. Or anyone else, for that matter. His gift of The Sight, as they call it in the mountains, has come on strong, developing into a prodigious talent far surpassing that of his gran, who was also gifted.
Sheriff Raleigh Wardell, his grandson, Finn, Mac, and Rabbit have gone to visit the burned out cabin where the Birdwell family lived for years, until the disappearance of 8-year-old Sissy Birdwell tore their lives apart. It’s a place of sadness and pain that Rabbit can clearly feel, even before setting foot on the property. And on this occasion, in addition to the things he feels, he’s had a vision, as well. Enjoy!
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Saturday Afternoon, March 8, 2014
North Carolina MountainsÂ
MACâS BREATH CAUGHT in his throat. âYou saw her? You saw Sissy Birdwell?â
Rabbit nodded. âShe were a sweet lookinâ little girl, Daddy.â
Raleigh pulled a small, spiral notepad and pen from his pocket, and stepped closer, his excitement giving off an almost physical thrum of energy. Heâd launched into full Sheriff Mode, ready for all the details. âWell now, Rabbit. Thatâs something pretty special. Can you tell us what she looked like?â
The boy turned brimming eyes toward the sheriff. âPretty,â he said, swallowing tears. âA real pretty little girl, with long black hair in them ropes down her back.â He looked at Mac. âWhatâs it called when hairâs like that, Daddy . . . pigâs tails?â
âClose enough,â Mac murmured, rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, as he watched Raleigh.
The sheriff stood frozen, pen poised above his notepad, and eyes wide. His mouth had dropped open in surprise. He closed it with a snap, cleared his throat, and nodded briskly. âAh, yes . . . pigtails. Um . . . what else can you see?â
Rabbit was quiet another minute or two, gaze gone vacant, and his brow furrowed in concentration. When he looked up again, he shook his head. âShe ainât here, now,â he said.
The sheriff was busy scribbling notes on his pad, but he glanced up at that, crestfallen. âSheâs gone? Whereâd she go? Can you get her back?â
 âWish I could, but it ainât âzactly like callinâ her up on Skype, anâ I ainât figured out yet if thereâs some way to make it work when I want it to. Iâm real sorry, Sheriff Wardell, but I only saw her for a minute. Felt her longer than I saw her, though. Her thoughts was all kinda zippinâ this way anâ that, happy âbout some new puppies, anâ then sad, âcause there was some goodbyes cominâ up, somewhere. I seen some bits of colored ribbon tied around the end of them pigâs tails . . . I mean, pigtails . . . anâ then, she wasnât here no more.â
Raleigh looked embarrassed. âIâm sorry, Rabbit. I understand you canât turn this on and off when you want. I just got excited to know Sissy left traces behind you can feel and see. Itâs amazing, really, and you did great.â
âI âmember one more thing, Sheriff. She were wearinâ a silver band on one of her arms . . . anâ it had these little, bluish sorta stones in it. Donât reckon that helps much, butââ
Raleigh made a choked sound. If heâd been surprised before, he looked completely stunned now. He stared first at Rabbit, and then at Mac. His mouth opened and closed twice, before he managed actual words. âMy God, Mac. He really did see her.â
Mac raised an eyebrow. âWell, yes. I thought weâd established that from the pretty accurate description he gave us.â
Raleigh was almost stammering in excitement. âI hoped he had, of course, but . . . well . . . it was just possible . . . I mean, he might have been picking up that description from you or me. Weâve both seen her picture, after all.â He gave Rabbit an apologetic look. âNot that you would do that on purpose, Rabbit, but I just wasnât sure at first where the image you saw was coming from. But now I know.â
âHow?â Mac asked.
âThe bracelet was a brand new birthday present, and she lost it the day before she disappeared. When I interviewed Sissyâs mother the first time, she was real upset that sheâd scolded Sissy so harshly for losing it. She was just starting to realize that a lost bracelet was nothing, compared to a lost little girl.â
Macâs brow furrowed in confusion. âAnd?â
Raleigh shook his head, eyes glowing in wonder. âAnd that bracelet was never mentioned in any of the reports of her disappearance. It was already gone, so it wasnât a factor when describing the clothes she was wearing that day. Hell, Iâd forgotten about it myself. Thereâs no way Rabbit could have picked that detail up from you or I.â
He turned his eyes back to Rabbit. âOh, yeah,â he breathed. âRabbitâs the Real Deal, all right. And Iâm absolutely sure heâs made contact with Sissy Birdwell.â
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Buy Books 1 and 2 of my Wake-Robin Ridge series here:
Wake-Robin Ridge
A Boy Named Rabbit
      