Book Title: Poisoned Tears
Book Genre: Crime, Suspense
Release Date: March 15, 2017
Synopsis: Alan Knox’s football career ended in the Superdome twenty years ago. He hates the Big Easy but his son’s fiancée is missing and Knox is compelled to help. Throwing himself into the investigation, he becomes convinced a serial killer is using poisonous animals to disguise women’s deaths as accidents but the NOLA Police Department won’t listen. The investigation follows a twisted and dangerous path when Knox teams up with journalist Scott Trent. Especially when Trent’s wife is brutally murdered and Trent becomes the prime suspect. How many more women must die before Knox can prove his partner’s innocence?
Excerpt: New Orleans, Louisiana, or NOLA, also known as The Big Easy or The Crescent City. Alan had another name for it: The City with Many Names.
Aptly, the New Orleans police headquarters took a block right next to the city prison. As Alan paid off his ride, he cast a side glance at his bag. Policemen were inherently suspicious, and there were things one should never do: scream “bomb” in an airport, followed closely by arriving at a police station with a suitcase that may contain a bomb. “Hey, I don’t think I will be too long. Can you wait for me here?”
“Sure. I’ll reset the meter.”
He walked to the building with a weird sense of irony having left his bag with a stranger instead of trusting the law. He shrugged it off as a sliding door opened for him. A black female officer named Bolton escorted him to the fourth floor to the desk of Sergeant Remy Chauvin in charge of missing people. Longing lingered on Chauvin’s face as Bolton walked away.
Alan sat down across from Chauvin after he made a short introduction. Chauvin had raised an eyebrow at the mention of the name Knox. Alan’s impression of the cop went up a notch. Just a notch.
“What can I do for you, sir?” Chauvin had that slow, soft, singing accent, typical of the city.
“Lydia Parker’s missing. She’s engaged to my son, so I’m here to help look for her.”
“You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” he said with a smile, yet he sat up straighter.
“Never saw the advantage of it.”
“Are you with the Force in Texas?”
“Nope, some folk prefer to talk to someone without a badge.”
“And then there are some who prefer not to talk at all.” Chauvin opened a drawer and shuffled the contents before producing a pocket-sized notebook. “John didn’t mention your profession when I talked to him. In fact, he gave me the impression he had no parents.”
“If you must know, we haven’t been close since his mother died.”
“That’s none of my business,” he said but still jotted a note in his book. “Anyway, I hope you’re qualified.”
“Damn right I am.” Alan didn’t see any advantage in clarifying that his license had expired six months before and as he was closing the business, he hadn’t bothered with a renewal. “But, I don’t need a license to ask around about Lydia. We’re practically related.”
“Right you are. So then, what are you doing here?”
“Paying my respect to the local top dog.”
“It feels like you’re planning to step on some toes. And that, Mr. Knox, is one hell of a scary thought.” He pointed an accusing finger at Alan. “I better not get complaints about you.”
“A complaint about me? Nah, never.” He waved his hand in dismissal.
About the author: H. Bográn, born and raised in Honduras, is the son of a journalist. He ironically prefers to write fiction rather than fact. José’s genre of choice is thrillers, but he likes to throw in a twist of romance into the mix. His works include novels and short stories in both English and Spanish. He has also worked on scripts for motion pictures and domestic television in his home country.
He’s a member of The Crime Writers Association, the Short Fiction Writers Guild and the International Thriller Writers where he also serves as the Thriller Roundtable Coordinator and contributor editor for their official e-zine The Big Thrill. Find out more about him at www.jhbogran.com and on Facebook