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Authors: R. E. Bradshaw
Contents
Titles from R. E. Bradshaw Books
Rainey Bell Thriller Series:
The Rainey Season
(2013)
Rainey’s Christmas Miracle
(2011) (Short Story-ebook only)
Rainey Nights
(2011) 24
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Lambda Literary Awards Finalist
Rainey Days
(2010)
The Adventures of Decky and Charlie Series:
Out on the Panhandle (2012)
Out on the Sound (2010)
Molly: House on Fire (2012)
25
th
Lambda Literary Awards Finalist
Before It Stains (2011)
Waking Up Gray (2011)
Sweet Carolina Girls (2010)
The Girl Back Home (2010)
The Rainey Season
By R. E. Bradshaw
© 2013 by R. E. Bradshaw. All Rights Reserved.
R. E. Bradshaw Books/April 2013
ISBN-13: 978-0-9883520-4-9
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
In no particular order
To the readers that keep asking for more, thank you.
Donna W, thank you for being a real sweetheart and for your service to our country.
Wen, thanks for the grammar lessons.
Hooah, Dutch. Thanks for your service and nswering my questions.
Judge Kate, you rock!
Curtie, thanks for the handholding, talking me off the ledge, and reminding me to just write.
Michelle, the three a.m. conversations are lifesavers.
D. Jackson Leigh, my friend, you are a generous soul and a true southern lady. Thank you so very much. I owe you big time.
Toni, thanks for the smiles. Go Duke!
Beta Readers, thank you for your time and helpful suggestions.
Lynne, my sister soul, I got your back. Thanks for having mine.
Jon, you know why. Kendra, you too.
Deb—Always.
This is the third in the award winning Rainey Bell Thriller series, following Lambda Literary Award Finalist
Rainey Nights
. Each book is stand-alone. It does help to read them in order, but it is not necessary. In
The Rainey Season
, former FBI behavioral analyst Rainey Bell has settled into her life as a wife and mother with Katie Myers and the triplets. Consulting and private investigative work occupy the time not taken up with the one-year-olds crawling around her ankles. As always, her eye is on the security of her family, because Rainey knows is out there and that it is probably watching her. Rainey may be paranoid, but she’s generally right. If it feels wrong, it usually is.
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“Sadism: The wish to inflict pain on others is not the essence of sadism. One central impulse: to have complete mastery over another person, to make her a helpless object of our will, to become the absolute ruler over her, to become her God, to do with her as one pleases. To humiliate her, to enslave her, are means to this end, and the most radical aim is to make her suffer, since there is no greater power over another person than that of inflicting pain on her, to force her to undergo suffering without her being able to defend herself. The pleasure in the complete domination over another person is the very essence of the sadistic drive.”
The writings of James Mitchell “Mike” DeBardeleben, convicted serial sadist.
“For such offenders, sex and suffering are one and the same. This perversion, or paraphilia, is surprisingly unusual, even among sexual criminals. But those who harbor it are the most dangerous of all aberrant offenders. They are the great white sharks of deviant crime, marked by their wildly complex fantasy worlds, unequaled criminal cunning, paranoia, insatiable sexual hunger, and enormous capacity for destruction.”
~ Roy Hazelwood, Former FBI Behavioral Analyst
When she was a child and afraid of the dark, her father dedicated himself to alleviating that fear. He was an avid spelunker and took her along on his less dangerous cave crawls. Even with perpetual night awaiting her, she happily followed him into the bowels of the earth. Helmet headlamps and handheld flashlights offered the security she needed to get through the absence of light underground.
On one trip, when she was ten years old, her father stopped in an area of the cave that was just tall enough for him to stand. He turned to face her, gripping her shoulders with his strong hands.
“Bladen, I’m going to teach you something, something you should know. It will help you with your fear of the dark.”
Bladen’s entire body tightened in panic. “You’re not going to turn off the lights are you?”
Her father smiled. “Only for a moment and I promise to turn them right back on, but I need you to understand that you can still see in the dark. You have to trust me.”
Bladen did trust him. He had never given her reason not to. Still, she could only nod her head, too scared to respond verbally.
“Okay, just close your eyes.”
Bladen did as she was told. Even with her eyelids squeezed tightly together, she knew the instant the headlamps were extinguished.
She heard her father’s soothing voice saying, “Breathe slow and deep. Calm yourself. I’m right here and the light is a button push away from being back on. Are you okay?”
Bladen could only nod.
“I feel you moving, so I’m assuming you’re nodding your head,” he said with a chuckle.
Keeping her eyes shut, as if not verifying the lights were out would keep the fear away, Bladen whispered, “I’m okay.”
“Now, I need you to remember the light, Bladen. Even here, in the darkest of places, you always have light. Imagine looking out of your bedroom window on a sunny day. Do you see the sunlight?”
Bladen was amazed, because she did see it. Sunshine poured through her window, the honey-colored beams warming her face.
“I see it.”
“Good girl, that’s outstanding. Remember, no matter how dark it gets, you can always see the light. Just imagine it there.”
“I will, Daddy.”
“Now open your eyes, honey.”
Bladen opened her eyes, gripping her father’s arm tightly. The rush of fear returned with the nothingness of the dark.
Her father continued to talk to her. “You can imagine with your eyes open too. Listen to my voice, how it changes when I move my head. Let your mind’s eye draw the picture. Let it show you where you are, Bladen. Trust your instincts. Your mind remembers the light.”
She trusted him more than her instincts, and following his instructions was able to imagine the cavern reforming in front of her. With only darkness staring back at her, Bladen could feel what she should see, and her mind remembered.
“It’s that way,” she said, pushing her father in the direction she imagined was the way out.
Her father’s laughter echoed through the cave, when the flashlight in his hand proved her correct.
“You’re going to be all right, Bladen,” he said, patting her on the shoulder. “Sometimes when the lights go out, you have to remember what it looked like when they were on. It’s not really pitch-blackness, if you can imagine the light. Never give up. No darkness lasts forever.”
Bladen learned a valuable lesson that day. Whenever things were going rough, she would close her eyes and see the light. “No darkness lasts forever,” she would remind herself.
Bladen fell back on that memory, her current situation forcing her eyes shut, searching for light, any light. There, in the corner of her mind, was her smiling father, sunlight bouncing off his now white hair. She wanted to stay safe under his watchful eyes, but the primal warnings of her limbic system screamed at her to concentrate on survival. She had two choices. Escape inside her mind, or deal with the reality of her circumstance. Her eyes flew open.
“Stay focused, Bladen. Stay engaged.” Her words bounced back from the black void. She concentrated on the reverberation for a moment, energizing her brain, giving it something to do. She listened to the darkness, hearing only the sound of rapid shaky breathing, her own.
She took a deep calming breath and released it slowly, a desperate attempt to control the panic.
“Okay, Bladen. Where are you?”
She repeated her name, sparking her mind to remember she was still there—that she still had a chance. If she lost hope, it was over.
Her father’s voice surfaced from a memory, urging her into action. “Just because you can’t see, doesn’t mean you can’t figure out where you are. What do you smell, Bladen? What can you feel? What do you hear?”
“All right. What do I smell? I smell fresh paint and wood, maybe leather when I turn around and face the other way. Oil or gas maybe, and bleach too.”
She remembered hearing her dad comment, “These freaks love their bleach. You smell bleach at a suspect’s house, you know this guy is up to no good.”
She talked her way through her senses. It helped keep her calm. She was sure her father had never meant her to use the skills he taught her to survive a situation like this, but then again, it might have been exactly what he had in mind.
“My head hurts and I think I was drugged. It’s warm in here, but the floor is cool.” She focused on the darkness in front of her, aiming a short “ha” into the abyss, listening to the sound hit a wall and return with little echo. “Small room, solid walls. The ceiling seems to be about eight feet tall,” she said. “No ambient sounds. I think I’m underground, but not a basement. It’s too quiet. Could be soundproof, though.”
