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Synopsis
A woman haunted by her past. A man willing to do whatever it takes to save her. A killer closing in.
FBI Agent Alexa Kyndall devoted eight years of her life to the search for justice, showing no mercy to the guilty and depraved. When she joins a special task force to bring down a serial killer, Alexa encounters the most unexpected criminal of her career.
When a child witnesses a brutal slaying, Alexa's life becomes intertwined with Craig Pierson's, a man with his own haunted past. They join forces, only to discover they must put everything on the line in a pulse-pounding struggle to protect and survive.
Nestled in a small town in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, The Dragon's Staircase is an intriguing, nonstop adventure that will keep readers enthralled from start to finish.
The Kyndall Family Thriller Series:
"Blade of Death" (prequel)
The Dragon's Staircase
Shadow of the Forgotten
The Wicked Cries Wolf
Release date: August 31, 2016
Publisher: Cambron Press
Print pages: 251
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The Dragon's Staircase
McKenna Grey
PROLOGUE
Woodlyn, North Carolina—October 31, 2015
Noah pressed his body deeper into the leaves and twigs and clamped a hand over his mouth. His chest tightened with every breath he tried to inhale, but at least they couldn’t hear him. Or could they? Sweat formed on his brow as he fixated on the awful scene. It wasn’t like the Call of War video games at his friend’s house—the games his mother told him never to play.
Noah didn’t want to watch, he wanted to run. He stared as the knife slid into the man on the ground, the blade sinking into his chest inch by inch.
He squeezed his eyes closed when the killer leaned over the body. Noah opened them again when he heard the cry repeat through the trees.
Noah couldn’t see the face of the man pushing the knife farther into the body, but he did notice the woman. Her long hair shined beneath the yellow, gold, and orange hues of the sunset, and for a moment, Noah thought she must be an angel coming to carry the dead man away. Her face turned, and she wiped away red drops from her chin.
PORTION OF CHAPTER ONE
Atlanta, Georgia—One Year Earlier
The fetid stench emanating from the adjoining room made her wish for a field of wildflowers in early summer. The thick haze of smoke seeped its way from underneath the door and forced her to hold back the automatic gag reflex. The hot air stifled her breathing and sweat beads formed on her skin, but there were only so many clothes she could remove before she had entered the building a few minutes earlier.
She heard what some might consider music through the paper-thin walls and hollow door. To her it was an obnoxious cacophony of noise. The entire building was nothing more than an enormous trash heap, filled to overcapacity with the unwashed masses who spent more time with a needle in their arm than using what little was left of their brain.
This was not how Special Agent Alexa Kyndall chose to spend her evenings. In fact, this wasn’t her assignment. Her misfortune happened when a call came over the radio as she drove away from the building three blocks away, a warehouse in which she’d finished wrapping up a crime scene.
Local police needed assistance fast. Well, she didn’t want to guess what sludge now stuck to the bottom of her shoes, but she was certain the new black leather boots would have to be burned. She loved her job, yet at this moment she considered cashing in her long-overdue vacation days.
The officer in charge motioned for her to cover him. Alexa would much rather he cover her, but it was his collar and therefore his call. She had been closer than his backup and although he gave her a sour glance when she identified herself, Officer Stevens needed all the firepower he could get.
The stink became unbearable, and with a mental sigh of relief, she watched as Officer Stevens kicked in the door, identified himself, and entered the small, dingy apartment. The thick smoke made it difficult to see anyone or anything, and Alexa prayed the other officers looked closely before they fired their weapons. She crouched down low to the ground where the smoke wasn’t as dense and watched as one of the thugs lashed out at Officer Stevens like a feral animal after the kill. This one wouldn’t be taken without a fight. The degenerate knocked the gun from the officer’s hand and swung a heavy right hook into his jaw.
Alexa, still hunched close to the floor, reached with her long leg from behind and knocked the attacker off balance. He landed, but first his head met with the edge of an aluminum table. She moved over to see if he was still breathing before shifting a few feet to check the officer. They’d both live, but Officer Stevens now boasted a severely bruised ego and refused her proffered hand.
The other officers who had come in behind her caught the remaining two culprits who had tried to sneak past. She cuffed the one she felled and handed him over to Officer Stevens. No “thank you” for helping, for saving his life—nothing. With a shake of her head and a severe desire to land her own fist into the guy’s face, Alexa left the building and the slime behind.
Unfortunately, she now reeked of everything in that sleazy apartment and thanked her good luck she hadn’t driven her own vehicle but an agency car. Better their detail bill than hers. With a sigh, she slid into the driver’s seat, contemplated how she was going to get through her front door without her clothes on, and drove away from the building.
Saturday mornings weren’t always set aside for rest and relaxation but on occasion one of these rarified days would be tossed her way and she took full advantage. She planned to sleep in, spend time in her garden, and finish the new criminal psychology handbook she’d ordered the week before. It didn’t make for light reading, but she admired and respected both the author’s mind and his ability to concise insight into the criminal mind.
Alexa turned over on her side and checked her phone and beeper to be sure neither had gone off while she slept. A missed call from her brother, Jordan, and one from the office, both of which she ignored for now. She swung her long legs over the side of the bed and released a low moan.
Her side was tender from the kick she had received yesterday, and her pride hadn’t fared any better. It didn’t matter that the male agent she went up against was twice her size and double her strength. What pissed her off was the covert tag teaming he did with his partner. A quick run and a long shower would ease her muscles.
Before she could change into her running clothes, the agency-issued beeper on her bedside table vibrated across the wood surface.
“Well, I guess I can’t ignore him.”
Special Agent Alexa Kyndall was a member of the National Center for Analysis of Violent Crime (NCAVC). Since she joined the Behavioral Analysis Unit two years ago, she’d spent as much time behind a desk as she did in the field, both equally satisfying when the result was another violent offender behind bars.
It was often joked among her colleagues that she was absolutely without any female emotions. She could study horrific crime scene photos and delve into the most depraved minds and still sleep at night. She had been trained well, and she was good at her job. The truth was, she didn’t handle every assignment as well as her colleagues liked to believe.
Three other men were in the room when Alexa entered the SAC’s office, two of whom Alexa recognized. Special Agent in Charge Ferrera, her boss, stood opposite his assistant, Agent Michaels. She’d done her best to avoid Michaels after she ended their relationship six months ago. It still burned his ego, but he made up for it by acting like a bigger jackass when they couldn’t avoid each other.
Alexa ignored Michaels, shook Agent Ferrera’s hand, and waited as he introduced the third man in their group as Dr. Julian Fredrick, a forensic psychiatrist and criminalist who was on loan to the FBI. From where, they didn’t say. During Alexa’s time in the unit, she had yet to work with anyone outside of law enforcement on a case, and as far as she knew, neither had her current colleagues.
Dr. Fredrick nodded and said nothing, content to let the agents speak. Scholarly, with refined mannerisms and tailored clothes which spoke of money, Alexa would call the doctor handsome if his eyes held any warmth, but the dark and hollow depths conveyed nothing. Either the man was immune to emotion, had seen too much, or was exceptional at his job. Alexa couldn’t tell which, and that alone disconcerted her.
“Let me get right to the point, Agent Kyndall,” Agent Ferrera began. “A series of murders, which before now didn’t show a discernable pattern, have reached our division. The apartment complex you helped to raid may have provided us with the missing connection.”
Alexa’s gaze held steady on her boss. “I answered a call for local police in need of backup, nothing more, sir. We—or they—busted a few drug dealers, and it was over.”
Ferrera nodded. “The police searched the entire building this morning and found a dead body on the third floor. They ran the details through the Violent Criminal Apprehension Program and got a hit to a similar murder in Texas and another in Alabama.”
“And ViCAP discovered the pattern, which tells us the murderer is moving east. Just those two states?” Alexa asked.
“That’s all they’ve found so far.” Ferrera leaned forward on the table and linked his thick fingers. “It’s not a secret in the Bureau that you’ve specialized on a few of the more . . . unusual cases.”
Alexa’s brow furrowed. “How unusual?”
“What do you know about vampires, Agent Kyndall?”
Her first honest reaction would have been to laugh, and they’d tell her this was a joke. Except Agent Fererra never joked.
“Are we talking about Bram Stoker’s bloodsucking fiends or something more in this century?”
When the three men in the room said nothing, Alexa held back a chortle and sighed. “I’ve learned the history, the psychosis as it pertains to criminal behavior, but I’ve yet to come across a real-world case involving a schizoid’s delusion.”
“Do you not believe there are those who believe the delusion? Perhaps to the point where their reality is in fact truth, and yet they function as well as the next person?” Dr. Frederick’s voice sounded as soft as he looked.
Alexa shook her head. “That their reality is truth? Maybe to them, but no sane person can believe they’re a vampire without a few disconnected wires to the brain. Elizabeth Bathory, at one time, would murder innocent virgins in order to bathe in their blood and eventually drink it. She believed this to be an elixir of youth. There’s nothing sane about that kind of behavior.”
When Agent Michaels held up a hand to interject, Alexa ignored him and continued. “The story of Dracula is not without its facts, and granted the history is not set in stone. However, the image of Dracula during World War II, when the Nazi’s were depicted on posters as Huns in the form of Dracula, was a tactic.
Unfortunately, the myth grew over the course of time to what we sometimes see today in psychopaths who can’t tell the difference between fantasy and reality.”
Alexa leaned back in her chair and glanced at her supervisor. “All I’m saying is whoever you’re hunting is a schizophrenic, delusional, or an average serial killer who’s staging the deaths to make you think it’s a vampire-related murder.”
Julian Frederick raised an eyebrow and a half smile formed on his surprisingly nice mouth.
“Will she work?” asked Agent Ferrera.
Julian nodded.
“Excuse me, sir, but will I work for what?”
“I’d like for you and Agent Michaels to work with Dr. Frederick closely on this case. Agent Michaels will coordinate from here while you’re in the field with the doctor. No, don’t look at me like that, Agent Kyndall. I know this is unusual, but it’s imperative this investigation and the events surrounding it are kept among those in this room only. News of something like this would only serve to have my phone ringing every five minutes, and I don’t want that, neither does the director.”
Alexa’s gaze shifted until they fell on Dr. Julian Frederick, the smooth-styled geek with hollow eyes.
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Excerpted from The Dragon's Staircase by McKenna Grey. Copyright © 2016 by McKenna Grey and Everly Archard. Published by Cambron Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author or publisher.
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