Sneak Peak 2: HAMMER

Stepping inside the room, he glanced around the corner towards the rear of the expansive suite. He noticed first the pools of coagulating blood on the area rug which partially covered the Saltillo tile floor. His knees locked and he froze in place. Richard slowly glanced up from the floor and saw their feet. Droplets of more coagulating blood hung thickly from the toes of each body as if they were melted candle wax. He looked up toward the ceiling, his mouth agape. His sunglasses fell from one hand, the box lunch and thermos from the other. That’s when he saw them—two nude, bloody, disfigured bodies hanging from ropes, stretched across a mesquite rafter.