Quadrangle

Shea Rose

Description

Not a “Spookybrook” but certainly a “Mysteryville.” Not something that can be proven, but not something that can be dis-proven either. The people in, out, and about the trendy upper-echelon QuietStone Townhomes development were experiencing weird, unexplainable stuff. There were deaths, curiosities, inconsistencies, uncertainties…all that. Although not spooky…everything was very mysterious. Maybe that’s because there’re things that exist that are invisible. Because we can’t see them, doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Akin to that all-time query/quandary…if a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound? If not there to hear, who knows?
A QuietStone resident fell prey to a harbored unsavory past; a seasoned Detective prowling around QuietStone, fell victim to his sordid past. Others at QuietStone, just fell victim to QuietStone, unbeknownst as to why, but compelled to move out. Perhaps that’s how energy works. You can’t see it, but it exists, nonetheless. Good, bad. No. Energy only has a frequency… resonating high or low. Doesn’t get an ascribed favorability. It’s not good or bad, it’s just simply high or low vibrating energy. That good versus bad stuff is only something humans assign to it. Perhaps low vibrational energy is intended to get our attention…so we can rise.
Anyway, you’re the reader. You decide. What resonates for you in this mysterious journey through the sedate and trendy QuietStone Townhomes development? Whether inquiring about the workings of energy or just looking for a mystery, both are up for sale. Happy townhouse hunting!

Sujets

• Suspenso
• Novel
• Suspense
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 14 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823003247
• Langue: English

Extrait

QUADRANGLE
 
 
 
 
 
SHĒA ROSE
 
 
 

 
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© 2023 Shēa Rose. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 04/06/2023
 
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0325-4 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0323-0 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-0324-7 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023904546
 
 
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Contents
Foreword
Quadrangle
1Flashback
2Welcome!
3All’s Not Well
4Just Who Are These Characters? Really!
5Where Do We Go From Here?
6A Couple of Misfits
7Time Will Tell
8Photo Finish
9New Beginnings
10Dessert, Bitches?
11Mapping Plans
12Down To The Real Nitty Gritty
13Brighter Days
14So What’s This, Now?!
15Let’s Go Home
Afterword
Foreword
This book is a work of fiction. Any semblance to actual events are embellishments and fabrications for this novel. However, as of this writing, there were at least eighteen of our country’s states that had recently enacted legislation (i.e. enacted during the 2022 legislative sessions) for Homeowner Associations (HOAs). Alaska, California, Colorado, Florida, Idaho, Illinois, Maryland, Missouri, and New Jersey were among them. Some of this book’s storyline addresses issues that could arise within an HOA and expanded upon for levity and the storytelling of Quadrangle. All characters and events in this book and how they are reflected, as well as the resolutions to the homeowners’ issues, are all fictionalized and not intended to bear reference nor similarities to any living or dead individuals.
Conversely, the explanations and references to energy and how energy works are based on facts. Albert Einstein developed an equation for that … E=mc 2 . He also developed another equation…E= hf… which is more relevant to how the energy was working in that odd townhomes’ development.
Fancy mixing fiction and fact; such fun as a novel novelist! That being said, relax and enjoy QuiteStone’s residents (and frequent visitors) …a most mysterious mix of folks in a rather mysterious community development.
Shēa Rose
Quadrangle
Life is a mystery. Nature, being a part of life, is also a mystery. By definition… nature is the natural world as it exists without human beings. It’s the Universe with all its phenomena. It’s also the primitive condition of humankind. It’s the inherent character of a living being or a thing—a kind or sort.
Going a step beyond… natural selection is the process by which forms of life having traits that better enable them to adapt to environmental pressures will survive and reproduce in greater numbers than others not of their kind...
Keep the above in mind, having entered the serene friendly development of QuietStone. There’s a mystery hidden within the lives of those who live within the Q UADRA NGLE .
1 Flashback
D ETECTIVE RANDOLF GENNINGS dejectedly left Police Chief Stanley Cooperman’s office. Got reamed out for some far-fetched conclusion he’d reached about the mysterious QuietStone cases.
Detective Gennings, assigned to QuiteStone’s recent murders and missing person investigations, was also burdened by his own transgressions. Reflecting over those personal harsh realities was yet another troubling thing. And the unsolved murders were taking him back to his days of ill-repute, costing him his then recent marriage…
Randolf Gennings joined the Smyrna Police Department at twenty-nine years old. He was a rookie when he met Eleanor Ridge. She’d locked her keys inside her car. She was thirty-five at the time with a year-old baby. He remembered her standing outside her car, holding her baby boy, looking as beautiful as the sun is bright. From that one chance encounter when he’d unlocked her car door, they’d enter an unsuspected lovelock that would keep him indiscriminately running back and forth to her, despite their marriages to other persons.
He sat reminiscing about how she liked seeing him in uniform; about the steamy addictive sex they had; how she kept him mesmerized with her raw, unadulterated desire.
He'd shared most of the troubling story with his therapists. But he’d had no breakthrough in seven years. Seven years in therapy and still at square one with an inability to make sense of his actions and feelings over the course of time he’d betrayed his ex-wife and deceived himself. And the irony? He’d sided with Eleanor’s husband in thinking that if he did kill her, it was understandable.
Continuing in thought, Randolf flashed back to Eleanor telling him of her third pregnancy. He hadn’t seen her in nearly a year, having been seriously injured in a car-crash; viewed it as a call from his conscience to do-the-right-thing and stop the infidelity, even though he now too, had sired a son with Eleanor that her husband was graciously raising as his own. It was so outrageous. Gennings tried to end his Eleanor cravings, believing that his son was in good hands with her financially stable husband. But having returned to the scene of their crimes of lust and passion almost a year later, she told him she was pregnant…yet again.
Early on she’d told him about that first baby’s Bible-class daddy… he’d met that baby when he helped her with her car. And shortly thereafter, they became lovers. She’d then tell him the secret her husband kept secret from her. And about three months later, she was pregnant by Randolf.
Huge mistake on her husband’s part for his non-disclosure , thought Randolf. But because he unconditionally loved her, he accepted his punishment for not telling her his truth. But Eleanor used his omission to her own immoral bad behavior. Just went and got pregnant by other men…and seemingly, didn’t give a hoot.
But …having met each other, with the intensity of their love and ignited passion, Randolf and Eleanor were twin flames that would never go out …and cheat! Randolf passionately and sincerely loved Eleanor. But...turns out…
Eleanor had a strong dedication, to her own self-gratification, keeping her entrenched in fornication, irrespective of whom it was with.
Big hurtful reveal; awful agony for Randolf! He’d betrayed his own marriage and deceived himself by somebody who’d turned out to be a bunch of bullshit. She broke his heart. His last thought before his phone rang, “If I’d been her husband, I know I would’ve killed that bitch.” He cleared his head and answered, “Detective Gennings.”
“Hi, there. It’s Rayna. Just wondered if you’d like to reschedule your session. We could do Monday at 5:00. Gotta cancellation.”
“Hi, Rayna,” he cordially replied. “Can’t. I’m investigating a case at that QuietStone development. I’m scheduled to meet with one of the residents then. But I can do 6:30 Monday, if possible.”
Rayna replied, “Sure thing. See ya then.” Rayna Scofield had become his new therapist two years ago; the other one wasn’t making any strides after five years, so he’d switched. The benefit was offered by his job, so why not. But Rayna was young, in her early thirties without much life experience. Having hung up, she just sat there. Thinking out loud, wondering, “What hasn’t he gotten over? The love he had for her, or the betrayal she’d inflicted on him. Could be his son. That woman had been dead fifteen years when he moved to Somerhaven.”
What he’d get from Rayna was essentially text-book stuff, having some sort of certification as a licensed therapist, he thought. But then, who could know what she’d possibly come up with? So, why not.
And then again, Randolf didn’t know exactly what he was soul-searching for. Was it the truth about why Eleanor Ridge died, or why he still cared after all this time? He knew what the Medical Examiner’s report said…read it over and over again. He suspected it was her husband who killed her, but he’d not been charged with her death. And if he did it…how? Adding insult to injury, was his son who didn’t know his biological father even existed.
That whole debacle happened about thirty years ago…from the day they met until the day she died, and where he presently was. The widowed husband died five years ago. Somehow, Randolf innately knew that the deaths of the two QuietStone people were planned murders. And the missing person must’ve known it, too. There was something there that had a similarity to Eleanor’s death. And there was the recent other death of a man with two dogs.
What was it about QuiteStone that was beginning to unearth strange, ill-fated, happenings?
Cops oftentimes need unburdening talk-therapy. With all the past unresolved trauma and drama he’d been through, and now with something sinister dredging up Eleanor Ridge all over again, the band played on. He’d need to keep going to his therapy sessions, even though they’d not been particularly fruitful. But at least he could talk about the troubles he’d seen and was still struggling through.
Detective Randolf Gennings was now sixty-two years old. He’d left Smyrna, New York, and relocated to Somerhaven, New Jersey, two years after Eleanor died. At forty-four, he’d i