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What is the sweetest thing someone has done for you?
I’ve been fortunate to have amazing people in my life and have had so many wonderful things done for me, I can’t choose just one. But there is one I remember vividly. When my oldest son was about 12, he posted a drawing he made of my husband and me, “Happy Father’s Day to my two dads.” I found this incredibly sweet, thoughtful and completely unexpected.
How would you spend ten thousand bucks?
I would buy a business class plane trip to somewhere I’ve never been.
Where do you get your best ideas?
I think of my best ideas when I’m on one of my daily walks.
What comes first, the plot or characters?
I usually start with characters first.
What does your main character do that makes him/her special.
Lukas, the lead male protagonist, has a genius level IQ, is incredibly adept at cyber technology, always in control and calmly focuses on his work. But he cloaks a sensitive heart below all of that logic. He is still hurt from something that happened to him in a past relationship and has walled himself off to protect himself from more hurt. He meets Taylor during a very trying time in his life, but somehow Lukas trusts him and starts to melt the shield he put around himself.
Molly Halloran and her friends have a secret past. Their bucolic retirement is suddenly upended when Molly’s husband is abducted and held for a steep ransom. Now she, her friends, her tech executive son, Lukas and his Air Force pilot boyfriend must race against the clock and travel halfway around the world to meet the kidnappers’ demands. But when they learn why her husband has been abducted, they realize how high the stakes truly are. Molly and her friends now must face their past in order to save the future. But not only their futures; the world’s.
The explosion was deafening. A huge fireball engulfed the Iveco box truck with a force that knocked Molly, Donna, Linda, and John off their feet. Having been already seated, Lukas instinctively shielded Taylor from the force of the blast that was over one hundred feet away. The explanation of the Hindenburg explosion his mom had referenced two days ago flashed through his mind. The hydrogen collection tank must have had a leak or breached from being overfilled. But unlike the Hindenburg, there was not a zeppelin-sized supply of hydrogen on the Demeter unit, or what was left of it. The explosion was sudden, strong, and brief. The flames quickly burned through the truck’s cargo area, then slowly burned the embers of what little was left. The truck was destroyed, as was Demeter. Zip- Tie’s blackened remains smoldered on the ground, about ten feet from the blast.
Betty and Patrick stood at the top of the terrace waving their arms and appeared to be yelling something. Lukas could not hear much other than the ringing in his ears, and he assumed the rest of the group was partially deaf as they struggled to get to their feet. Lukas had shielded Taylor’s body, and his hearing appeared to be unaffected. Taylor kissed Lukas on the cheek and mouthed Thank you. Or at least Lukas thought he said it silently.
Betty held the fourth Glock in her hand and ran toward the group to help them ascend the terrace. “We’ve gotta get out of here!” she yelled, hoping their damaged ears could hear her. She knew it was only a few minutes before the Dubai police came to investigate the source of the explosion in the city center.
“Where is Malik?” Betty asked as John, Donna, and Molly rubbed their ears, hoping to regain their hearing.
“He ran that way.” Taylor pointed in the direction of the Burj Khalifa. “I saw him for an instant right after the blast.”
Patrick raced toward the group. “Police are on their way. I hear the sirens. Let’s go, everybody!” Patrick and Taylor, both injured, were able to shepherd the group up to the Sprinter van, get in, and buckle up for what was going to be a quick getaway.
Betty slammed on the accelerator, and the van lurched forward. She could see the flashing police lights about a quarter of a mile to her right. She turned left, hoping to avoid them. “Patrick, I need you to navigate! I don’t know where I am!” Betty yelled with a tinge of panic in her voice. Patrick stood up and sat in the passenger seat to help navigate.
Taylor quickly dialed his daughter. She answered on the first ring tone. “Dad, where are you?”
“Get the Goose ready. We’ll be there in—” He looked at Patrick, who held up his hands with fingers extended. “—ten to fifteen minutes. Please clear a take- off slot for us in twenty-five minutes from now.”
“Got it, Dad. Drive safely.”
Podojil currently resides in Northeast Ohio with his husband and three sons. He travels extensively and writes about his experiences on his website www.ewpodojil.com.
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ReplyDeleteThis should be a very enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI liked the excerpt.
ReplyDeleteMany writers describe themselves as “character” or “plot” writers. Which are you?
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