Distraction Enables Stealth

The Eight Sentences: 

Star closed her eyes and stretched her arms out in either direction to their full length. Then she leaned forward,  placed her hands on her ankles, and slid them up her legs. She clasped her hands and placed them in plain view on her knees. When she had returned to her previous position, she looked in the direction of the bar and Claudia was gone. That was impressive.

Claudia’s voice came from behind, “You do know how to give the impression that you’re not here as an adversary. You said you wanted my help, start talking.”

“I’d prefer to talk over dinner, or drinks, or both.”

The Back Story:

     Another excerpt from my third novel, A Year Without Killing (a WIP.) This scene picks up from a previous snippet found HERE.

Claudia is meeting with Star Braun who is trying to earn Claudia's trust during a surprise encounter. At the beginning, Claudia is standing behind the bar in her hotel room. Star gets a sample of Claudia's ability to steal about a room undetected.

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The world thinks he had a heart attack.

The Eight Sentences:

She touched a remote switch and heavy drapes concealed the windows and muted the sound of the thunderstorm, “I’m going to the States for a meeting with Julian Thibaut.”

“You’ve spent a noteworthy amount of time with him since Brian’s death.”

She ignored the suggestion and took the conversation in another direction, “You mean, since Brian’s murder.”

“The world thinks he had a heart attack,” answered Byrd.

“We know different -- and I know who pulled the trigger and who put up the money.”

Byrd was staggered by the revelation. He hesitated for a moment, looked at the floor, took a deep breath and changed the subject, “Do you think Thibaut will have an interest in a sizeable portion of our stock?”

Star made eye contact, smiled, and replied, “Probably, but before I find out, I’m having an old friend for dinner.”

The Setup:

     Star Braun plans a trip to the States. It's just the tip of the ice berg and the first in a series of dominoes about to fall. She's discussing it with a business associate and friend.

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The eyes have it.

The Eight Sentences: 

Claudia did not answer right away.

Star continued to watch the crown molding where the wall met the ceiling, “I’m going to sit up now and take my feet off the ottoman.”

As before, Claudia did not respond while Star did as she had said.

Their eyes met again.

Claudia watched her left-handed guest's eye movement to see how they responded to a question, “What can I do for you?”

Star’s eyes moved up and to her right in a subconscious and uncontrollable response — visual remembrance — she was about to tell the truth, “I need your help.”

Claudia’s shoulders dropped but she kept a firm grip on her tactical knife, “In what way?”

The Back Story:  

 Claudia's guest is a character from each of my first two books, Star Braun.

Star is left handed so Claudia applies what she learned from the NLP (neuro-linguistic programming) accessing cues to determine if it is a lie or not.

Knowing and being able to apply this information was an important part of Claudia's studies to earn a masters degree in group dynamics at LSU. Group dynamics was the subject of this blog: "What the assassin already knows."

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Friends of Global Progress

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“The Council is more like a Medusa than it is a single snake. You cannot stop us by simply killing one or even two.”

“She’s taken out three that we know of, and if she gets LaFrance and Hussein, that would be five. How many heads y’all got?”
“If she takes out those two, and if Kleinstein is either dead, in hiding, or for some other reason, incommunicado, we’re screwed. The internal factions would -- if they haven’t already -- begin to act autonomously. The result would be chaos. Miss Braun may have unwittingly played into their hands and broken up the organization -- stay tuned, Mr. Hixon, but don’t expect to hear about it on the nightly news.”

The setup:

   First speaker is Klaus Gershenfield, a member of the internatinoal conspiratorial organization, "Friends of Global Progress."

   John Hixon asks a question, and then Gershenfield's reply closes the snippett.

     

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A hot Star gets hotter with every step

The Eight Sentences:

       He began to loosen his tie and saw Star enter from a cloud of steam pouring out of the bath. She wore nothing but beads of hot water that glistened as they rolled down her face, arms, and chest.                                                             When she stepped into the room, the cooler air gave her goose bumps. Her hair was soaked and pulled back into a wet ponytail that fell well past her shoulders and supplied a constant stream of water down her back. The water streaming off her nude body created a soggy trail across the carpet. 

       Another step and they were near enough for him to reach her, she stopped and surrendered by allowing her arms to fall at her sides. With one hand, he took the wet ponytail and pulled her head back. She looked up and saw him lean in so she shut her eyes and gently parted her lips for the kiss.

The Back Story:

        Last week's snippet from The Tourist Killer was so popular, it seemed like a logical progression to continue with a few more samples from my first novel. In this scene, London businessman, Brian Farrell enters the apartment of his personal assistant/lover, Star Braun. The image at the left is one from Google Images and fits my mental image of Star.

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