Frankie Lee and the Missing Tongues

A feline runaway brings unorthodox clairvoyant Frankie Lee to genius innovator Lucian Grey's home, where she spots the ghost of his murdered fiancée, Kristina Moore. Frankie experiences a terrifying vision and convinces Lucian of her unique abilities.

When Lucian tells her that his fiancée is one of the seven victims, who have had their tongues ripped out, Frankie agrees to help Lucian catch the killerthe bounty is more than one million! She engages the services of her best friend, Melissa Brooks, a witch doctor and necromancer, who can raise the dead, if the price is right.

While they are busy hunting down the killer, little does Frankie know she is being hunted too. By an aura leech, a ghost from the past, and a faceless demon. Set in New York, a glittering and crime-hardened city that turns a deaf ear to screams, the streets are filled with more horrors than anyone can imagine. A fantastical read with a wicked twist of humor, Frankie Lee's adventures will have you flipping the pages eagerly.

EXCERPT

PROLOGUE
New Jersey. 21 Years Ago.

This was a changeling. Her real baby had died. In replacement, swaddled in a soft pink cotton blanket was an abomination. The devil's child. It tried to look vulnerable and helpless but she was not deceived. Would not be deceived. Mrs. Gasson refused to look at it.

"Dear, look at our"

"Get it away from me!" Mrs. Gasson screamed angrily and thrashed her arms hysterically in the air when her husband tried to show her the baby's wrinkled face. Startled by the racket, the baby screamed shrilly. Her brows furrowed and her creased skin deepened into an ugly mottled red.

Mrs. Gasson crossed herself repeatedly and spitted at the thing her husband was carrying. Alarmed, the flustered doctor quickly motioned Mr. Gasson over, and spoke to him in hushed tones.

"In your wife's current condition, it's best to give her some time to recover from the childbirth and surgery. It's postpartum depression. Try not to agitate her."

Mr. Gasson nodded his head attentively like a puppet on strings. "What about the baby? She needs to feed." The small bundle felt feather light in his arms.

"Don't you worry, the nurses will take good care of her. We have excellent baby formulas in the maternity ward."

"Poor child," he sighed heavily. "Papa needs to give you a name." He rocked the hiccupping baby gently.

When his wife went into labor at home two days ago, what it seemed like an exciting welcome for a new life became a nightmare twenty hours later, when the worried midwife announced anxiously that the baby was stuck in the birth canal. It went downhill after that.

The journey to the nearest hospital was fraught with difficultiestraffic congestion from a serious road accident and a broken-down vehicle obstructing the only road to the hospital. By the time his wife arrived at the hospital, she was hemorrhaging. An ultrasound revealed two babies instead of one.

Unfortunately, the first girl in the birth canal was breech, and help had come too late for the other baby in the womb. The younger twin was already dead by the time the doctors extracted her through an incision.

By day three, Mrs. Gasson was not getting any better. In the grips of a fever that showed no signs of abating, she was incoherent and distraught, raving about the devil's child, death and forgiveness. She cried harder whenever an exasperated Mr. Gasson tried to introduce their newborn to her.

Five days after Mrs. Gasson was admitted, she suffered a sudden heart attack. An exhausted Mr. Gasson had gone to the restroom after leaving the baby in a cot next to his wife, who was finally asleep after another hysterical outburst.

When he entered the hospital room ten minutes later, his wife was convulsing and clutching her chest. And just like that, she was gone. Her life snuffed out despite

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