In
this excerpt, Kate is at home late at night after finding her homeless friend
George’s body. She has taken Bella, the victim’s dog, home to stay with her
until the police locate his family. Kate feels guilty over a fight she had with
George earlier that day.
I looked at the clock and almost cried.
It was one-thirty, and my early morning class started at six. I’d never felt so
bone-weary in my life. My head still throbbed, and my stomach ached from
hunger. But all I could think about was sleep—deep, dreamless sleep. “Come on,
Bella. It’s bedtime.” I showed her the bedroom. She hopped on the bed and
flopped down, lying squarely on my pillow.
“Sorry, pooch. This is where I draw the
line. I sleep on the bed. You sleep on the floor.”
I grabbed a blanket from the closet,
laid it on the floor and pointed to it. “For you.” It took some convincing, but
Bella finally relented. I collapsed on the bed and closed my eyes.
Huge mistake.
Images of George’s body, sounds of
sirens, the smell of blood, and the full knowledge of the evening’s horror
invaded every crevice of my being.
Bella paced the room, panting and
whining. I tried to coax myself to sleep with “Kate’s Sleeping Pill,” my
favorite breath practice for insomnia. No good. The horrible memories refused
to leave. But at least now the room was quiet. At least that infernal whining
had stopped.
My mind froze. My eyes flew open. Why had
the whining stopped?
I rolled over and locked eyes with
Bella. Her accusing glare scolded me. We stared each other down for what seemed
like an eternity. Finally, I realized what was bothering her. Bella was used to
sleeping on the ground, but not alone. She and George had lain next to each
other every night for as long as she could remember. Changing that now seemed
cruel.
“OK, you win. Come on up, but only for
tonight.” I slapped the bed beside me.
Bella hopped up, turned a quick circle,
and sank down next to me with a heavy sigh. Her brow furrowed, her ears
drooped, and her head hung low. I could tell she knew something had changed.
She didn’t know what or why, but she knew it was bad. Frighteningly bad.
Life-changingly bad.
I suspected Bella couldn’t understand
me, but she deserved an explanation nonetheless. So I told her that George was
gone, but that he had loved her more than anything. I also promised her that,
although I couldn’t keep her, I would make sure she was safe until I found
someone who could.
I owed that to George.
You see, I firmly believed that George’s
death was at least partially my fault. That if I had listened more and judged
less, I might have prevented this awful night. I deeply regretted my
stubbornness in not apologizing. I regretted suggesting he euthanize Bella. I
even regretted not buying that damned paper. No one else would have blamed me
for what happened, but I definitely blamed myself.
As I finished the story, Bella rested
her chin on my belly, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. The warmth of her body
on mine felt oddly comforting, and I finally relaxed enough to do what I’d
needed to do for hours. I broke down sobbing as I held Bella and allowed her
rhythmic breathing to rock us both to sleep.
~~~
Murder Strikes a Pose introduces Kate Davidson, a feisty Seattle yoga instructor
who’s more interested in savasana than solving crimes, until she stumbles over
a body in the studio’s parking lot. The police dismiss the murder as
drug-related street crime, but Kate knows that George—a homeless alcoholic she
had befriended—was no drug dealer.
Kate stretches
herself and takes on two new challenges. First, solve George’s murder. Second,
find someone—anyone—willing to adopt his intimidating, horse-sized German
shepherd, Bella, before Animal Control sends her to the big dog park in the
sky. But with Bella’s time almost up and the murderer hot on her trail, Kate
will have to work fast, or the next time she practices corpse pose, it may be
for real
MURDER STRIKES
A POSE is available now on Amazon, http://www.amazon.com/Murder-Strikes-Pose-Downward-Mystery/dp/0738739685/ and wherever books are sold.
Tracy Weber is a certified yoga teacher and the
founder of Whole Life Yoga, an award-winning yoga studio in Seattle, where she
currently lives with her husband and German shepherd. Weber is a member of the
Pacific Northwest Writers Association, Dog Writers Association of America, and
Sisters in Crime. She loves sharing her passion for yoga and animals in any
form possible. Murder Strikes a Pose
is Weber’s debut. For more information, visit her online at http://TracyWeberAuthor.com or
friend her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/tracywe
Loved this story!! Great writing!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. I loved the ARC I had the pleasure of reading.
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