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First of all, thank you so much for having me! I’m thrilled to be here with my new release Prodigal, the first in the Lost and Found trilogy. Prodigal is set years after the disappearance of a child in Cutter’s Gap left the town, and the people left behind, shattered. In ‘Feet of Clay’ I revisit Cutter’s Gap in the years between Sammy Calloway’s disappearance and the start of Prodigal.

I hope you enjoy it

Four

“Drinking with teenagers really such a good idea?” Mac asked. He sat down on the back of the ambulance next to Shay, his feet braced against the gravel. “Nineteen is legally an adult.”

Shay wiped his nose on his forearm.

“They weren’t here when I started to drink,” he said. He wasn’t sober, Mac could smell the liquor sweat on him, but he’d been shocked functional. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“You could have left.”

Shay looked up at him from under his hair and smirked bitterly. “What? Drive drunk, nineteen is legally an adult for that too. Besides…”

He nodded at the wrecked pick-up. Mac grimaced. The state of it suggested that Shay hadn’t been entirely sober when he’d gotten here. He took care of his cars better than he took care of himself. Shay liked cars.

“You could have called the cops.”

“Sure,” Shay said. “Because you’re so fucking useful.”

“People said they saw you talking to Lottie,” Mac said. “Did she say anything?”

Shay hunched over with a pained laugh. His back was a long arch of bony spurs under tanned skin. Not enough meat for his own good. “So what. I’m in the frame for this now? Something happens to a kid and first port of call, bet it was fucking Shay?”

“I didn’t say that,” Mac said. “But did you see her leave? Did she ask for a lift or–”

“Crack,” Shay said. He braced his elbows on his thighs. “She asked me for crack, but…that’s not my scene. Just say no. Isn’t that right, Officer Mac.”

“That’s what you told her.”

Shay shrugged, all bones and old anger. “I told her not to fuck up her life. I said she had one, unlike Sammy, and not to piss it away on some fucking pimp that told her she was special.”

“And?”

Shay lifted his head and stared at the Captain and Lottie’s dad. Fingers stabbed in Shay’s direction and he snorted tiredly. “She didn’t listen,” he said. “Don’t know why I fucking tried. I’m not up to saving anyone.”

Not in this state.

Mac swallowed the bitter knot of disgust and frustration in his throat and stood up. He knew why Shay hated him, why Shay hated himself, and he couldn’t fix that. Lottie might be a different story.

“Sober up,” he told Shay. “I’ll get someone to call your mom.”

Shay laughed bitterly at that and picked dried blood out of the pale stubble on his chin.

Mac had taken two steps when Shay called him back.

“There was a dirtbike,” Shay said as he rubbed one eye with his thumb. “Anders rode it up. It wasn’t his, so he’s not going to report it gone.”

Mac nodded. “Thanks.”

Shay shrugged. “I didn’t do it for you.”

Of course not. Mac turned to look for Anders and found him, all greasy charm and bony good looks as he flirted with one of the cops.

“He’s not your friend, you know,” Mac said. “And he’s not good for you.”

Shay laughed, a tired huff of sound, as he lay back and stretched out. There were bruises on his ribs and marks on his neck. “I never thought he was.”

Not, Mac reminded himself harshly, tonight’s problem.

 

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PRODIGAL by TA Moore 

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Fifteen years ago Sammy Calloway disappeared on his way home from school. Now he’s back… or is he?

Boyd Maccabbee has spent his life second-guessing his actions on that fateful day. What if he’d done something differently? Maybe Sammy would have made it home safe and never become Cutters Gap’s most tragic famous son. Or would it have been Boyd who was never seen again? When the police find new evidence on the disappearance, Boyd hopes to finally get some answers.

The last thing Morgan Graves needs is to be dragged into some old case about a missing kid. He doesn’t know why police hit on his DNA, but he’s not Sammy Calloway. He thinks he’d remember being kidnapped.

He knows he’d remember firefighter Boyd.

Drawn into the complex web of suspicion, grief, and anger that has knit Cutters Gap together in the years since Sammy’s disappearance, Morgan struggles to hang on to himself when everyone already assumes they know him.

And somewhere, the truth about Sammy Calloway is waiting.

 

 

TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.

 

Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.

 

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