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Beyond the Laurel Patch

By Preston, R.W.

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Title:	Beyond the Laurel Patch
Author:	Preston, R.W.
Volume:	Volume 1
Language:	English
Subject:	Fiction, Mystery, Crime, Missing persons
Collections:	Mystery Fiction, Criminology, Authors Community, Geography, Recreation, Finance, Economy, Literature, Social Sciences, Education, History
Historic Publication Date:	2014
Publisher:	Mr. Robert Piper

Member Page:	R.W. Piper
Citation APA MLA Chicago Preston, R. (2014). Beyond the Laurel Patch. Retrieved from http://www.gutenberg.us/

Description
R.W. Preston has studied the work of former police man and now professional investigator of people gone missing in parks around the United States Mr. David Paulidis. Paulidis began a vigorous campaign on investigating the anomaly-disappearances of 411 people who were never found. Mammoth parks such as Yellowstone and Yosemite openly refused to cooperate with Paulidis - even after receiving Freedom of Information Act requests. The storyline in my book takes aim at Yellowstone and Yosemite in a most realistic but fictional way. Like my main character is David Paulidis himself.

Summary
People are going missing in Yellowstone, park rangers are finding and getting rid of bodies, and there is a serial killer in Yosemite National. The witty-cagey L.A. private investigator Luke Gilroy and his Tasker Team weave through the many anomalies and paranormal activity that soon haunts them, and two of the greatest parks in the world. Questions are asked and answers must be found. Who is killing? Luke and his men hope to be the first civilian team in history to bring down a serial killer. And when Yosemite seeks to maintain its image, and keep the money and tourism flowing by hiring a mercenary security contractor company to find and secretly kill the Sierra Sam Killer, Luke knows one thing the contractors don't - he found out who the killer is.

Excerpt
Luke Gilroy had regrets for going on the outback trek alone. His feet pained him from deep in the muscle core. And the backpack that was tightly fastened made his neck cramp and his lower back throb. He was a green horn spectator in one of the greatest parks in the world, and deep in the wilderness of Yellowstone. It was a day of hiking Silver Lake country all by himself. To not only learn the lay of the land, but to find what might be a crime scene. As the sun began to go down, the guise of the shifting shadows and silhouettes of the trees was deceiving. It made it harder for him to see the trail clearly. His number one priority was to maintain a sure footfall as he walked along the steepening landscape. The clouds themselves were darkening and casting. The increasing wind was pushing the tops of the lazy pines back and forth – slamming them into each other, and sounding like a screen door that was left open. This was all new and intoxicating to the urban sidewalk man from the burbs of L.A. – a man who was far from the adventurous type. Sweating from head to toe, and now beleaguered, Luke stood where little eight-year-old Ruthie Guthrie once played. Her yellow, bouncy hair weaved with small, round curls. At one time she was like a butterfly that was blessed with longevity of life. The campsite was foreshadowed by strands of yellow police tape that was tied and wrapped about the trees, but became undone, and flapped and furled about in the north wind. The Guthrie's had picked the spot to camp overnight to enjoy the solitude of the outdoors and the night-time canopy of stars. But when Ruthie's brother Drew kicked the ball into the laurel patch on that sunny day, it was Ruthie's turn to go get it. Luke walked off of the trail and parted the thick laurel with both of his hands as the patch engulfed him. With only twenty minutes of light left, he picked up his pace. Walking out of the foliage was like walking out of rows of corn. His eyes focused in on what he saw on the oth-er side. There was little underbrush and mushrooms lined the bottom of many of the trees. Huck-leberries, blueberries, and blackberries were growing out of the soft, tender soil. The trees got thicker the further he trod. In ten minutes, he had seen enough. He headed back to the clearing so he could erect his tent for the night...

Table of Contents
Table of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Chapter Thirty-One Chapter Thirty-Two Chapter Thirty-Three Chapter Thirty-Four Chapter Thirty-Five Chapter Thirty-Six Chapter Thirty-Seven Chapter Thirty-Eight Chapter Thirty-Nine Chapter Forty Chapter Forty-One Chapter Forty-Two