Lunar by Martin Tracey
Amidst ancient stories of prowling werewolves, the Lunar Society would meet under the light of a full moon to change the face of industry and enlightenment forever. When the discovery of a human skeleton at one of their old haunts coincides with the disappearance of a talented female prodigy, Private investigator Judd Stone is certain that the two are connected.
Travelling as far afield as Prague and as close as his native city of Birmingham, Judd includes past life regressions in an attempt to unlock the explosive age-old mystery and rescue the missing girl.
With a cloud descending over the treasured legacy of the Lunar Society, Judd quickly finds himself embroiled in a shockingly dark underworld of organised crime. So dark in fact he will need a lot more than the light of a full moon to escape with his life.
About the author
Martin Tracey is an author who likes to push the boundaries of reality. Even when injecting elements of the supernatural, the terror that grips you is very real. Not necessarily a genre specific author, psychological thrills are a plenty.
He has a passion for The Beatles & Wolverhampton Wanderers FC. Both music and football/soccer often find their way into his stories.
Martin lives in Birmingham, UK and is married with 2 daughters.
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Today I have the pleasure of sharing an extract of Lunar with you.
She walked into Judd’s Rotunda building office carrying a musical instrument case that was almost as big as her.
“Hello, are you in a band?” enquired Judd.
“Oh, the case? It’s a bit of a giveaway isn’t it? I’m on my way to rehearsal. I’m a cellist in the CBSO.”
Nice accent, thought Judd. He placed it as being perhaps Italian or Spanish. “CBSO?”
“Sorry, City of Birmingham Symphony Orchestra.”
“Ahh, so you’re a posh musician?”
The joke was lost on the cellist as she frowned.
“Never mind,” smiled Judd. “Please take a seat, how can I help you? I assume you require my help?”
“Si, Senor.”
Spanish. “Do you have time for a tea or coffee perhaps?”
“I have time for an espresso, thank you.”
Judd called for Yasmin, his assistant and Sab’s younger sister, who appeared swiftly at the doorway to Judd’s office. Yasmin please could you rustle up a small coffee. No milk.”
“You mean an espresso?” Said Yasmin rolling her eyes. She was a first-class PA but her interpersonal skills would forever be found wanting. To be fair to Judd, he hadn’t been fully aware of what their coffee machine could produce.
“Yes, an espresso and just the usual for me.”
Judd offered the cellist a seat. She accepted and sat down opposite Judd after placing the cello case against one of Judd’s bookcases. Briefly scanning the titles of some of the books helped to relax her.
“Fortunately, I see from your books that you have an open mind, Mr. Stone.”
“Please call me Judd. Miss err?”
“Moreno. Vina Moreno.”
“Pleased to meet you Vina Moreno, cellist of CBSO.”
Vina smiled for the first time during the encounter. “Gracias.”
Judd was puzzled at her nervousness. “Tell me how I can I help you Miss Moreno?”
“Please, call me Vina,” she said bringing a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
“How can I help you, Vina?”
“I need the services of a private detective.”
“Well you’ve certainly come to the right place.”
Just then Yasmin entered the room with the drinks, placed them on the desk rather heavily and left again without speaking a word.
“You were saying, Vina?”
“In all honesty, it’s not that easy for me to say. However, I must for the sake of my own sanity.”
Judd was becoming increasingly intrigued. “Please do go on. Believe me, I have experienced some very incredible things in recent years that would make your toes curl, so I’m not easily shocked.”
“Toes curl?”
“Never mind. It’s just an English expression.”
“Oh, ok.”
“Please, Vina. Continue, and remember what I said. I’m not easily shocked.”
“I see things… what I mean is… how do you say? I have visions, Mr Stone. Judd.”
“What type of visions?”
“They are not always clear but they mainly come in my dreams, when I’m asleep. They have always unnerved me but I’ve got used to living with them. They have never made a lot of sense, until now that is.”
“Why now?”
Vina took a sip of her espresso before answering. “Are you aware of the skeleton that was recently found in Great Barr Hall?”
“I am, yes. Some of my former colleagues from the Police Force became involved for a short time but as soon as the body was discovered to be from the eighteenth century, they soon lost interest. I mean, even the famous Jack the Ripper murders remain unsolved and they came much later.”
“Well, I need you to be interested Judd.”
Judd sat forward to accentuate his attention. “I’m all ears, Vina. But the discovery of this body isn’t exactly a King in a car park phenomenon as far as I can tell. Why does this particular find interest a cellist from Spain?”
“Because I think the body could be me?”
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