Title Burial Ground
Author Stephen B King
Genre Crime/Psychological thriller
Publisher The Wild Rose Press
Book Blurb
Tammy and Greg meet at a party in the Perth hills and sneak away to a disused gravel pit to be alone. They are interrupted by two men burying something who then attack Greg and chase a naked Tammy throughout the night. She is found the next day, delirious and suffering hypothermia. She tells Detective Sam Collins and Jenny Markham what she witnessed and reports Greg’s murder. But his body is found in a car wreck, and the crash report says he died because of alcohol and speed on a sharp bend. This casts doubt on Tammy’s story, and Sam wonders if she imagined the incident. Doubting the official crash report, he and Jenny investigate further and discover two serial killers, who have been burying their victims at the gravel pit, for seventeen years. Sam must lead a huge police task force to try to find them before they kill again.
Excerpt
After as much foreplay as either could handle, she lay back in the corner of the seat, panting and ready. She watched as Greg ripped open the packet and fitted the condom. She licked her lips and lifted herself a little to help him enter her.
Then, they heard an approaching car scrunching across the gravel. They froze, and Tammy could feel her heart crashing inside her chest. There was no reason for her to feel petrified, yet she did. Thankfully, Tammy was grateful she had made Greg turn off the interior light, making it hard for them to be seen, especially as Greg’s car was black. Tammy couldn’t explain, but she felt terrified and trembled, clinging tightly to Greg. Visions of past horror movies flashed through her mind, and she regretted leaving the safety of the party and her friends.
“It’s okay, Tam. It’s probably just another couple looking for some privacy,” Greg whispered in her ear. But she could tell he was scared too, as his voice quavered. His penis shrunk inside her, and she felt it slide out.
The other car drove into the depths of the pit two hundred meters or so away. She heard the engine switch off and saw the headlights extinguish. Slowly Greg turned away from Tammy and perched on the seat, his jeans around his ankles. They peered above the dash to see what the occupants in the other car did.
In the distance, two shadows exited the large station wagon leaving the doors open so the interior light stayed on. The two shapes stopped momentarily and looked around, seemingly in no hurry. Tammy thanked her lucky stars that Greg’s car was black and wouldn’t be easy to spot at the distance they were away, but she still felt icy cold with fear. The two men seemed to look around, then walked to their car’s rear and opened the tailgate. The next moment they had what looked like shovels in their hands, which they put down on the ground and then leaned back into the car again.
“What the fuck are they doing?” Greg whispered, not sounding as scared as Tammy felt, more as if he were interested. Tammy didn’t answer. She was still too frightened to move.
The shapes stood up again, with what looked like pickaxes by the moonlight glinting off the blades. They backed away from the vehicle and used them on the ground, the muffled clangs echoing across the landscape.
Firstly, they used picks to break up the surface, then shovels to dig. The men appeared to know what they were doing as if they were well-rehearsed and worked solidly for around ten minutes without a break. By then, they had dug quite a long and deep hole.
Tammy and Greg sat still, watching silently. Tammy wanted to put her T-shirt back on as she was cold but couldn’t find it, so she folded her arms across her breasts and shivered. She was so fascinated with what the men were doing that she worried she might miss something vital if she moved. Suddenly, the two men stopped. Though she couldn’t positively state they were men, Tammy assumed by the shapes that they were. The men walked to the back of the car and leaned in the rear compartment again.
Tammy gasped and put her hand over her mouth to stifle the scream which threatened to break free. They dragged a large bundle out of the car, dropped it on the ground, and rolled it into the hole.
“Maybe they’re farmers around here, and they are burying a dead animal,” Greg whispered.
Tammy knew it wasn’t that. She didn’t understand why it was rubbish, yet she knew it was. It was a corpse; no one could tell her overheated imagination differently. “It’s a dead body,” she hissed back. “Oh my God, they’re murderers.”
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Author Biography
I left school very early to join a rock band, and spent a few years writing poems, short stories and music. I won two short story writing competitions, had poems published, and enjoyed being a long-haired rock guitarist before life got in the way and I settled down, married and had children. I’ve owned my own businesses, and managed large vehicle sales dealerships and observed people from all walks of life. It is these observations that have aided in creating characters.
I have now published seventeen thrillers, ten on audio, and currently I have three more ‘in the works.’
Among my inspirations to become an author are the other slightly more famous Stephen King, Stieg Larsen, Val McDermid and Leonard Cohen.
Social Media Links
Website: www.stephen-b-king.com
Facebook: @StephenBKingauthor