Tamara Rose Blodgett - Death Weeps

DEATH WEEPS

A Death Series Novel

Book 5

New York Times Bestselling Author

TAMARA ROSE BLODGETT

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Synopsis

Caleb faces possible jail time for using Clyde as a undeadly weapon. When he's exonerated with probation lasting a year, Caleb has to watch his every action. Tensions run high when after the death of Jade's only relatives, she must live with an undesirable foster family who are anything but what they seem....

Life gets complicated for everyone when the scientists responsible for the paranormal manifestation threaten a parellel world to Caleb's own. In a bid to stop the destruction of their world, while saving his own, Caleb must defend two peoples against the long arm of the Graysheets.

Time begins to run against him when he discovers through an unlikely source that his friends have been given a drug that causes progressive insanity. Can he find the antidote in time to save them

To save Jade?

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CHAPTER ONE

Ten months ago

T he Judge looked at me, really looked at me. For once I didn't have a smart-ass comment. They were there though, swirling around in my head like brain fog.

I stood beside my lawyer, who represented me in my case. I was in trouble for using the dead as a weapon.

Bad monkey.

Gramps, Mom and Dad sat behind a thick balustrade made of dense wood from a hundred years ago. They'd never use trees for that now.

It was easy for them to prove Death Intent. That I had itthat I'd used it.

Ya see, the courts had Empaths, all they had to do was give the accused a skin test and they knew the flavor of somebody's thoughts. Now, you'd think that the Empath could maybe lie about the accused. Nope. Cross-check, there was a second Empath from another district keeping them honest, as Gramps would say.

Young man, the Judge began, his loose jowls flapping as he spoke, you are aware of the seriousness of these allegations as they pertain to you, and the greater majority of paranormals?

I nodded.

His eyebrows slowly rose.

The accused will respond with a yes or no answer, the Judge prompted.

Yeah, I get it, I said.

Yes or no, the Judge repeated.

Geez, bust my damn balls. Yes.

My attorney (a fancy pants dude my dad had snagged from the legal team that defended his company) stiffened beside me. Everyone was so tense, the reporters were barred from the proceedings because I was emancipated but still a student. They couldn't get inside; which meant they couldn't cover everything to death. They especially couldn't blow it out of proportion and then spew the crap to the world.

Currently, they were outside the nine foot tall solid wood doors of the courtroom writhing around in their own bath of nosiness.

I got the crooked mouth thinking about it.

My attorney looked at me in horror.

Before the hysterical urge to Laugh at Inappropriate Times began, the courtroom door slammed open and Garcia, Gale and Clyde came in.

Immediately, I felt calmer.

It's funny what having a corpse around will do for someone that's AFTD like myself. Five points plus. Life-transference was no longer a theory but a reality.

Yeah, that's me. Sucking the life out of ya was no longer a turn of phrase. It could happen.

It had.

The consequence of it was breathing down my neck. I saw the havoc of my decision every day in school.

Before I could think about it all the Judge nodded his head to the prosecuting attorney and said, You may call your first witness.

The Prosecutor, who looked like he had something jammed up his ass, turned to Officer Raul Garcia. I call Officer Garcia as my first witness.

I rolled my eyes in a Tiff-worthy way. Wonderful. He was the arresting officer, he hated Clyde, he had a hard-on for Parker... he and Gale were on the outs.

I turned, watching Garcia walk up toward the small, swinging gate made of ancient old-growth wood, his eyes meeting mine with neutralitythe warmth, gone. You'd have thought that all eyes would be on his contained, six feet of measured athleticism as he strode to the witness chair, but they weren't.

Everyone was staring at Clyde. He was something to stare at, his hand entwined with Gale's, looking alive, so very alive. His mode of dress looked beyond wrong for the current era, a feeling of otherness moved around him, pushing the very air of the room away, causing a rift of unnaturalness to those who were close. To those who knew.

Clyde was dead. He'd been dead since 1929. But here he was in the courtroom, called as witness. A brave Empath gunned for his inclusion based on her read. The reading had told her he had sufficient higher reasoning to be called.

An undead witness. The event had set a global precedence.

Finally, the eyes of the courtroom found their way back to Garcia, seated gracefully in the oversized chair that was stationed slightly below the Judge's podium-as-desk, but higher than where my accused ass was perched.

My legs were thrown out in front of me. I sat slightly slouched in the chair, my butt bones hurting from the unyielding wood of the seat (it had molded ass divots, not that the feature helped). I wanted more than anything to release my neck from the bondage of the tie but left it where it lay. Appearances, yknow.