I should be finishing up my Sex Convention stories (I have two done and working on the third part) but I had a thought and now everything’s all a complete mess!
I’ve been mulling around a story for another Alternate Freya-verse where Katie is very perceptive and uses her powers of observation to help solve a crime. But then I wasn’t sure if I should keep re-using my Freya & Friends characters (due to the “No Harm, No Foul” disaster). And the more that I thought about it, I started to go with using a different name and making the main character a unique person.
And then I started researching possible names. And the more I thought about it, the more I started to think that this could be a series. And if it’s a series, then I’ll need more than one character. And the first crime should be something personal to the main character to really draw them into the whole “crime solving” thing.
I kept thinking and thinking.
Well, we all know what happened next, right?
I started writing and now I have a really cool opening scene.
Ugh!!
But I really need to finish what I’m currently working on!
So, here’s the opening scene.
Only half-awake, Akari rolled over and fumbled for the phone. “Hello?” She mumbled, trying to shake off the tendrils of sleep.
The frantic voice on the other end shouted, “Greta’s been kidnapped!”
“Huh?”
“Greta’s been kidnapped,” came the voice again.
Greta was one of Akari’s best friends. Greta also happened to be the only child of Mr. Heinrich Breitenbach, the man on the other end of the phone. Akari immediately sat up in bed. “What do you mean, Mr. B.?”
“She’s been kidnapped. I was watching TV, heard some banging downstairs, then a muffled scream, and when I ran downstairs to the solarium, Greta was gone. She’s nowhere in the house.”
“Did you call the police?”
“Yes. I’m not sure they believe me though.”
Akari nodded to herself. Greta had a bit of a… wild streak in high school and was somewhat well-known to the law enforcement folks in town. Of course, the fact that Mr. B. was truly a beloved member of the community – not to mention the horrific way his wife had been torn from him and his daughter – and doubly not to mention his wealth – none of the dozen or so different possible charges over the years had even been filed against Greta.
Mr. B. continued, “Of course, they’re sending a cruiser right over, but I wanted to check with you to see if you thought that, just maybe, she went off somewhere? Maybe you have an idea?”
“What’s going on,” Maureen moaned.
Akari covered the phone’s mouthpiece. “It’s Mr. B. He said that Greta’s missing.”
“I’m so sorry for calling you so late.”
“No. Of course, Mr. B.” Akari stifled a yawn. “We’ll be right over.”
“Oh, no. I don’t want you to come over. I just wanted to see if maybe you had any other possible idea where she could be. I mean, I don’t even know if she’s been kidnapped. It just was the first thing that popped into my head.”
“We’ll be right there,” Akari told him. He’s had so much trouble in his life and he was all alone. And he’d always treated Akari – and now Maureen – like family. “We’ll be right there,” Akari repeated and hung up the phone.
“You sure she didn’t just take off with some guy?” Maureen asked, stretching and then absentmindedly scratching the side of her naked right boob.
“No,” Akari stated, getting out of bed. “She’s not like that.” Akari looked at her girlfriend who was staring back at her with raised eyebrows. “She’s not like that anymore.”
It’s just frantic typing trying to get all my thoughts into words, so I still need to go over it a few times to refine everything, but I think it has some promise.
I hope it has some promise.
Let me know what you think. Thanks.
Love, Frey
P.S. Oh, um, two new books (smaller ones, just $1.99 each): https://zbookstore.com/a/407/freya-gersemi