About the Book

Dead men don’t walk, right? Right. We all know that, but. . .

There’s this video clip captured the previous evening. By a hidden surveillance camera, late at night, in a corporate break and entry. Of a certain individual.

But that’s not possible, you say. “He died? He’s dead? Whatever do you mean?”

Uh-huh. Five weeks earlier. There was even an obituary notice in The Daily Pilot. When you think about it, that’s bat-crazy weird!

Good detective work and hi-tech are deployed in an exciting race to the finish.

But first, the mystery searchers must escape from the clutches of the bad guys. It’s now or never - and it’s a perilous game, fraught with danger.

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Excerpt

“He died? He’s dead? Whatever do you mean, Mrs. McPherson?”

Suzanne stared at the woman, dumbfounded. To judge from her hands, she had to be in her seventies. But you’d never have known it from looking at her face—or her style. She wore jeans, sneakers, and a sleeveless top. Her alert, bright eyes darted around the room. Short bleached-blond hair and a facelift—or two?—gave her a younger appearance, but her perfume was way too strong.

Suzanne shot a glance at her brother. Nothing the older woman had said made any sense. Not even close.

The drama had begun at nine fifteen that morning, right after the twins’ parents left for the grocery store. While Tom struggled to get out of bed, Suzanne was brushing her long, auburn hair into a ponytail. The doorbell rang. She bolted downstairs and opened the front door, expecting to see Pete and Kathy. They’re very early, it occurred to her.

Instead, a tiny older lady stood outside, her nose pressed against the screen. Suzanne, tall and willowy like her brother, looked down in surprise.

“Well, hello,” she said, greeting the visitor with her customary warmth.

“Are you Suzanne Jackson?”

“Why, yes, I sure am. How may I help you?”

With an unexpected tug, the screen door opened and the woman—all five feet of her—brushed past Suzanne and marched straight into the house.

“Hey, wh-what are you doing?” a stunned Suzanne called after her.

The lady ignored her. “Is your father home?”

“No, he sure isn’t.”

“Good. Where’s your computer?” It wasn’t a question; it was a demand.

“Tom!” Suzanne cried out. Whenever someone thought of her, confident was the word that came to mind. She knew where she was going in life and wasn’t easily rattled. But now, at this moment, her confidence had vanished. She couldn’t figure out if she felt angry, scared, or both. But who could fear a five-foot-tall old lady?

Alarmed at his sister’s tone, Tom raced downstairs as he threw on his bathrobe. “What’s the matter, Suzie?”

“This woman just walked right into our house!” Suzanne hissed. “Like she owns it.”

About the Author

Barry Forbes was an award-winning industrial film-and-video writer/producer. He was almost a newspaper columnist for Tribune Newspapers. He has completed twelve volumes for the Mystery Searchers Family Book Series and is currently writing his second series for the same audience.

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