The Pigeons' Secrets

<I>Uncle Paul and Marianne arrived at their usual feeding bench near the thicket of trees that lined one edge of DeSoto Park. Marianne was trembling as she scanned the premises for possible rescuers but spotted no other occupants across the field. Not even a passerby walking down Georgetown Road DeSoto Road or Herkimer Street-the other three of the four boundaries of this devil's playground that she now inhabited. Only she and Uncle Paul populated the space today.</p><P>What she was about to face was inevitable and although she'd tried to stop it in the past Marianne's attempts always failed. With no saviors to be seen and no hope for an intervention Marianne took a seat on the altar of a park bench preparing herself for the sacrifice that would soon be forced upon her.</p><P></I>Advance praise for <I>The Pigeons' Secrets</I></p><P>'A novel of psychological horror that's shrewdly developed in the manner of a whodunit-style mystery <I>The Pigeons' Secrets</I> unfolds its story in a compelling narrative that keeps the reader wanting to know what happens next-and then some.</p>-<b>Ken Hanke</b> <I>Scarlet Street</I> magazine</p><P>