Michael Brooks Books Novels & Stories

Brooks. Jessica's father.The café disappeared around him. The sound of cups. Conversations. Traffic outside. Everything seemed to move farther away. Grace watched his expression carefully. "You recognize them." Michael's face had gone completely still. "Yes." "You know why they're together?" "No." "I don't either." She folded her hands. "But my brother died forty-eight hours after finding that document." Michael looked down again. Nathan Carter. Samuel Brooks. On the same property transfer.The same date.The same signature page.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

"She's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.