JB’S JOURNAL FOR WRITERS A SECOND LOOK

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A SECOND LOOK TO HELP WRITERS SELL BOOKS

JB’s Journal for Writers is a weekly newsletter dedicated to the writer who never has enough time and is crushed by information. The journal highlights important information to help writers sell books.

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 SETH EXCERPT FOR YOUR READING ENJOYMENT

Squatting behind the barrel, Seth felt the burn in his leg muscles. The cramps waited to grab hold if he’d allow it. Moving to a more comfortable position was an invitation for another bullet. He believed Julio’s boast he never missed.

Frozen in place, he ignored the pain racing down his leg while Rodas advanced on his left flank, stumbling over trash. Seth wanted to laugh. The man wouldn’t have survived five minutes on a combat patrol. He leveled his Glock, waited for Rodas.

Rodas was ten feet away when he saw Seth squatting behind the barrel. “I found him.” He swung up his HK P30 semi-automatic pistol.

Seth shot him in the mouth.

“Did you kill him, Rodas?”

Silence.

“I’m leaving,” Arnie said. “This ain’t part of the deal.”

“Shut up,” Julio said and fired in Arnie’s direction. The bullet ricocheted off a digester tank, smashing into the wall at the far end of the warehouse.

Screaming in terror, Pappas dropped to escape from a second bullet.

From his ten o’clock position, Seth heard Pappas’s cries of anguish and gasping for air. Still, his trained ear captured the sound of a shoe brushing against trash on the floor. Julio moved. Had to be away from the wall. Lying in a prone position, Seth searched for him in the faint glow of streetlights.

Nothing.

Julio froze into place.

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