Ten victims shot at an abandoned warehouse. The main suspect is a dead woman named Isabella Trail. Tough case for investigators Alex Levine and Mitch Davis. They’re left with more questions than answers. Why is a dead woman’s DNA at the scene? What does she have to do with it? What was the killers motive? Is it all connected? Alex and Mitch find the answers where they least expect it.
Published: December 30, 2020. The last of 2020.
Inspiration: It was started during lockdown in 2020. I was playing one of those story apps and notice a lot of them were about crimes or the mafia (no, I’m not writing about that probably ever). So, I thought I should write a crime story so I did. I had half the story written. I ran into a deadend with my characters, or so I thought. I honestly got bored and distracted with everything going on. I felt I needed to somewhat right about a virus or ‘end of the world’ story instead. I put ‘Missing Link’ aside. I wrote and published ‘Aurora Virus’ instead. As far as titles go, I never know what the story is going to be called until the end. I choose the ‘Missing Link’ because it seemed to fit. Two federal agents investigating a crime and not finding many clue. Yeah, it happened at a warehouse but it seemed pretty lame calling my story, “The Warehouse.”
the reiki healer said to me after giving me a past life reading. She said I gave off intense energy and mad her sweat — and the image behind her was moving. Well, I did believe her she looked hot and nervous around me. Like I was some kind of witch? No joke, I also have ancestors that were. So maybe, that could explain my ‘natural ability’ who knows.
Of course, over my lifetime I’ve seen things and didn’t want to think much about them. Like, you know I dreamt about my mother being bald. I’ve seen an image of a bald old lady in the mirror at college that ‘looked like my mother’. And a few years later she was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma. I didn’t predict her death, if I did I refused to believe it. But I predicted my fathers. Don’t tell my siblings, they won’t believe it expect maybe one.
48 hours before he was hit and killed by a car I had some interesting things happen to me. At night I woke to a white mist some people call ecto-plasm? or some kind of spirit. I don’t know. I shut the damn door. It gave me a feeling something bad was going to happen. I didn’t want to read any farther in the message. Then I woke up the next day and drove to work. A police officer was blocking part of the road I needed take to work. I didn’t think much of it, I went ahead and tried to get around. He stopped me and said ‘there’s a crime scene ahead’. I was confused but didn’t question him. I didn’t see any cars or people ahead. I thought maybe someone got hit. I freaked out because I didn’t know the area well or another way to work so he let me go in peace. The following night I receive a phone call that my father was hit and killed by a car.
This is an ongoing investigation and massive lawsuit. The driver’s excuse is ‘it was raining, I couldn’t see’ we live in upstate New York, okay. That’s not going to fly.