Sci-fi mystery novel coming in 2027!
Kade Whitlock finally has his first detective case: find the cause of the disturbances on the Sapphire Society’s secret subway. Despite the train’s reputation for strange happenings, Kade doubts everyone’s favorite explanation — ghosts. However, the more clues he finds, the more threatened he and everyone aboard the Neptune feel.
Property goes missing. Death threats appear. Someone actually dies. As he tries to uncover the truth without scaring away the culprit, Kade realizes this mystery is even more tangled than he imagined. And does it really take this long to get from Miami to Maine, or. . .?
Maybe Dad was right for once: I should have worn a rain jacket. But those squeak, and I need clothes I can hide in. Not to mention I should look tougher than that. I yank my sweatshirt hood further down my forehead.
Staring at the glossy street, which might be more dazzling if I wasn’t in a hurry, I splash through another sidewalk puddle. More mud seeps between my shoes and socks and mixes with the rain pelting me. I grimace, leaning around a light pole to read the sign on the next building up the street. “Closed” assert hasty red letters.
It’s a three-story building between two skyscrapers, its door and windows boarded up. The kind of building everyone is curious about, but afraid to go inside of.
I’m getting paid to go inside.
Not that I’m daunted by creepy buildings anyway.
I plant my feet at the edge of a puddle and face the boards that block the door in an X shape. X marks the spot, right? I glance at my watch, its numbers blurring through the wet dots on my glasses. 6:03. Hmph, time to get to work. The password. . .I reach into my pocket for my notebook. My fingers brush against my pen and flip phone. Good to know they haven’t fallen out. Or been stolen. Because if someone tried to mug me, that’s all they would get.
I hold my hand over the notebook to shield it from the rain. I wish I could flip it to a faraway page. But I just need to open it to the first page, because the only thing written in this notebook is, Rubies are red, emeralds are green, let me in or I’ll break your face. I’m still not a hundred percent sure that’s the passcode, since it doesn’t rhyme, but that’s what the man said in the phone call.
— Atlantic Ghost Line opening lines
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