This is Chapter one at the moment.

Joe Monroe woke with a feeling of dread. He rolled over in his wide bed. The bed was cold and empty next to him. The sun hit him in the face with a harsh glare coming in from surface of the river and in through his bedroom window. The reflection of the sun’s rays on the river swirled on his ceiling and crashed on to his face.

Most of New York was already awake if it had ever gone to sleep in the first place. Joe was among the late risers. He was a nine to five guy while many in the city seemed to never sleep six hours let alone eight. “Where was Suzan?” He wondered.

He listened intently for the usual morning sounds of running water or doors creaking. He didn’t hear the shower running or the usual rattling of kitchen ware.

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I will put up the rest of the new, complete chapter one today. I have had some knee issues and am able to try and play tennis this morning after a month so I’m off.

And oh yes, we have a wild and crazy trip coming up in April. Have you read about our trip to North Korea here on my website? We were there for three weeks just before the Olympics in China. We were at the Olympics in Greece. That story is here as well. See you in a little while.