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| The Ripper: Redux |
| By Byron Lester |
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The Ripper: Redux
-The maverick film Director Kevin Stone travels back to 1888 to film the murders of Jack the Ripper....
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Book Details
Publisher: Dark World Books
Reader Type: Above 18
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Book Category: Fiction
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CHAPTER 1
DINER IN THE DESERT
The four wheel-drive vehicle rumbled along the lone highway in the barren expanse of the desert. The sun was scorching hot, and the rock formations towered out of the ground in the distance.
The thin face of the man was grayish, slightly withered from years of stress, the hair on his head, a light brown, but the gray roots visible underneath, covered by the vanity of hair coloring, the sign of man valiantly trying to retain the striking features of his younger years. His eyes were sharp, as if burning their way forwards, and his body was thin, but muscular. The legendary Film Director, Kevin Stone, about 45, perfectionist, blunt, driven, and ruthless, sat in the driver seat. His eyes were locked onto the dirty and sandblasted makeshift sign that listed a short distance ahead. The sign swayed on the dirt road that led off the main highway. Kevin Stone looked across at the young man with a round, baby face, thick black hair, and thoughtful eyes, driving the four-wheel. He was Film Producer, Mike Parson, about 40, a professional, quietly ambitious, and intellectual man. Mike Parson had a laptop on his lap that was currently running a program with, “Department of Defense,” labeled across the top of the screen. The detailed maps were constantly decrypting and revealing the pre-determined route that their four-wheel drive was to follow. The small blinking red dot that represented their four wheel-drive vehicle on the map moved along the marked out route. It led them towards that small dirt road that led off the highway. The thick black line on the map marking the ‘route’ stopped at the corner, turned and then ran along the dirt road, and right off the side of the map. It was obviously going to be a long drive along this dirt road before they hit their secret destination. Mike Parsons looked at the director.
“Is this the road?” Mike asked as if puzzled by all of this secrecy.
Kevin Stone nodded softly.
“This is the road,” Kevin replied sharply.
The four wheel-drive vehicle swung tightly around the listing road sign. It barreled along the dirt road and kicked up a storm of dust that flew around the vehicle if a mini dust hurricane. The dirt road ran in a straight line towards the horizon. There was nothing but flat, empty, dusty earth for as far as the eye could see.
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