Despite the crush of bodies, the train car was surprisingly quiet, in vibes and in voices. It was early. Eric hated wasting a whole day flying, so he’d taken a night flight from SFO to LaGuardia and gotten in at ridiculous o’clock. Now he had a couple of hours to kill before the Amtrak to Albany left Penn Station. It would only take him half of that to get into Manhattan, and he’d brought nothing to read and there was nothing interesting to hear. Early morning crowds were always so steady and dull, their vibes still half asleep. No, that wasn’t true. Dreamers’ vibes, the few times Eric had gotten close enough to someone sleeping to hear them, were often crazed and vivid. He smiled remembering the last time he’d heard someone’s dreams. He didn’t know her name, wasn’t even sure of the color of her eyes, but he knew exactly the moment she’d turned her full attention to him in that noisy bar, and even though he hadn’t heard the flirty line she gave him, he knew what she wanted.
His smile hardened into wryness. Ten years of studying a “language” of sorts and the only useful thing he learned was how to get lucky once in a while. He supposed that would be enough for most people. It might have to be enough for him. He glanced down at the two pretty women seated nearby, one of whom held a folded-up newspaper and was gesturing toward it. … Their vibes weren’t telling him anything useful (like whether they’d noticed him), so he reluctantly eavesdropped on their conversation. Apparently some girl from a rich Manhattan family was in the news. The news wasn’t good. Found the body . . . upstate, not here . . . at first they thought . . . not suicide, though . . . murder . . . so tragic . . . so young . . . ran away from home . . . part of some cult, they say . . . think the cult members killed her . . . someone named Anna.
At that moment, the vibes directly behind him changed. A hard pulsing beat. Loud. Fast. A reaction to what one of the women had just said. Before he could stop himself, Eric turned sharply around.
A tall man in an expensive suit stood there. He was not staring at the women but he didn’t have to be. After a lifetime of listening to vibes, Eric still understood very little, but there was one thing he never got wrong: no matter how poker-faced people might appear, he always knew when something got their attention. The murder had caught this man’s attention.
And now Eric had caught it as well.
The man turned his head sharply to meet Eric’s eyes.
Shock, confusion—and guilt. Vibes usually felt as benign as a tuning fork, but this man’s vibes pounded at Eric like a battering ram to his solar plexus. He’d been caught in something, Eric had no idea what, and the man had no idea how he could have been caught. Whatever reason he had for suddenly paying attention to the women’s conversation, Eric’s attention had thrown him off balance. They locked eyes; neither moved. Eric seldom listened to his own vibes—it was like hearing your own heartbeat; you could tune it out easily—but all he could hear was the sound of his own absolute terror. Then the man stepped toward him.
She knows what happens when you die.
Nola Lantry is a tracist: she can sense the particles of energy that are released when the human body expires. It’s a somewhat gruesome ability, but Nola uses it to bring some meaning to her otherwise drab life in upstate New York by assisting the Redfort Police Department on missing person cases. When the richest man in town, Culver Bryant, disappears, Nola finds herself in the middle of a case that is both baffling and increasingly dangerous, the danger appearing in the form of death threats as well as the missing man’s brother, Grayson. Does Grayson Bryant pursue Nola to seduce her or to stop her—and why does Nola feel a connection with him despite her mistrust?
Barely a week has passed since she solved her last case and Nola Lantri is already involved in several new mysteries—with a couple of people who may be just as unusual as Nola herself.
Part 1: Vibe
Eric Lafferty has returned to Redfort City a little too late for his father’s funeral but just in time to get mixed-up in a mystery that involves Nola Lantri, Grayson Bryant, a dead girl and a missing woman. Eric’s ability to read the vibrational changes in brain waves should be an asset, yet it only seems to make life more difficult for him—and given that he and Nola might be the next victims, things are difficult enough.
Part 2: Sync
Emjay used to steal things—nothing big, just enough to get by—but after a terrible accident changes her life, Emjay has only one thing on her mind: revenge. Suddenly private investigator Nola Lantri appears and questions Emjay about her past—and informs her that the mysterious man she works for has a complicated past of his own. Emjay must figure out the best use of her odd ability to “sync,” a technique intended to help people heal—but one that also can cause a lot of harm.
Letitia L. Moffitt was born and raised in Hawaii. She received a doctoral degree in English/Creative Writing from Binghamton University. Her first novel, Sidewalk Dancing, was published by Atticus Books in November 2013. Her novel Trace—Book 1 of the TraceWorld series—was published by Cantraip Press in March 2015. Vibe/Sync, Book 2 of the series, will be released by Cantraip Press in April 2016. In her spare time Moffitt runs ultramarathons and blogs about her experiences at http://letitiamoffitt.blogspot.com.
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