Parnell
was an old man operating at the pace of a teenager, still battling to
make a difference, to add something to life, and he talked to the
assembled internet generation as if they were equals. Even though he was
fighting frailty and in need of a permanent nurse, his passion infected
the room and enthused the listeners. Amazing. And far from being trite,
his literary reference actually stirred something within Hendrix. We have a duty to not go gentle into that good night, he repeated to himself.
“That was brilliant,” said Joan, intruding on his self-comparison with the seventy-year old.
“Yes.”
Hendrix replied limply. He smiled. Joan had a future, but honestly, he
couldn’t see how a man like Parnell would be interested in owning a
magazine obsessed with oversize animals and UFO conspiracies.
They began filtering out of the conference room.
“You going to start tweeting now, Aitch?” asked Joan.
Her
words flashed him a surge of his mobile-phone paranoia, but he quickly
hid behind sarcasm, “Not sure I can edit my features down to a hundred
and forty characters Joan. Maybe you can help?”
He was briefly horrified when she took the comment at face value, “Sure, I’d love to,” she said.
A
stand-off. He stared into her eyes for a second and saw the hint of a
smile. He laughed and Joan’s smile broadened. He could be generous and
add dry sense of humour to her unfavourable character analysis, and despite the crescent-moon eyebrows her smiling face was not unattractive.
“Tom’s got another trip for you? Somewhere up north this time,” she said. “You’re getting about a bit.”
“Young,
free and single.” God, that sounded like a come on. “I mean, I don’t
have any ties here at the moment,” he stammered. He felt his ears
turning purple. Joan appeared not to have noticed. They walked around
the central column of the building towards Strange Phenomena’s island of furniture.
He pulled the swivel chair out from under his desk and sat down.
“Any idea what it is?” he said.
She
shrugged. “Ghosts, I think. Don’t forget to tweet. Especially if you
catch one,” she said, as she disappeared behind the vanity screen.
A
man emerges from the sodden undergrowth, lost, lonely and starving he
is mown down by a speeding car on the edge of a remote forest.
Rumours of ghostly apparitions haunt a rural Northumberland community.
A
renowned forensic research establishment is troubled by impossible
results and unprecedented interference from an influential drug company.
Hendrix 'Aitch' Harrison is a tech-phobic journalist who must link these events together.
Normally
side-lined to investigate UFOs and big-beast myths, but thrust into
world of cynical corporate motivations, Hendrix is aided by a determined
and ambitious entomologist. Together they delve into a grisly world of
clinical trials and a viral treatment beyond imagining.
In
a chase of escalating dangers, Aitch must battle more than his fear of
technology to expose the macabre fate of the drugged victims donated
to scientific research.
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Genre – Crime, Thriller, Horror
Rating – R-16
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