This week’s #teasertuesday is from Shadowboxing, Book 1 of my WWII Echoes Rising series.
He closed his eyes, calming himself, trying to act as though nothing had happened. Perhaps if he left the room before the body was discovered, he might have a better chance of survival. A thin trail of blood ran across his hand from where he’d cut himself. Some of it had already dripped down the side of the desk to seep into the leather of Kluge’s briefcase. More blood; that was all he needed. The room spun wildly, memories of the dream from the night before bombarding his mind. He had to focus. He reached into his pocket and bound his cut hand with his handkerchief, then used the clean end of it to wipe the briefcase. This was crazy. He couldn’t undo what had happened. Still he had to try, even if only to hold on to some semblance of logical thought and reason.
In a sudden gesture of frustration, he threw the leather case against the wall, the sense of twisted satisfaction that washed over him afterwards, taking the remainder of his nausea with it.
You can read more of this story here.