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Furious: Sailing into Terror
Jeffrey James Higgins
© Copyright Jeffrey James Higgins 2021
Black Rose Writing | Texas
© 2021 by Jeffrey James Higgins
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Print ISBN: 978-1-68433-696-8
PUBLISHED BY BLACK ROSE WRITING
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For
Cynthia Farahat Higgins,
the bravest woman in the world.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Writing a novel involves long hours alone with a manuscript, but no author succeeds without help. I could not have completed this novel without the support of Cynthia Farahat Higgins—my love, my wife, my life. She is the strongest person I know, and I write my books for her.
My parents, James and Nadya Higgins, read to me at an early age and have supported all of my endeavors. I credit them with kindling my imagination and instilling in me a love of story. I could not have asked for better parents.
Authors must learn the craft of writing, but the gift of storytelling is also genetic. With that in mind, I would like to acknowledge my grandfather, Nejm Aswad, an author, poet, philosopher, sculptor, and painter. I wish he had lived to read my first published novel.
My beta readers bravely faced early drafts of Furious, and I am eternally thankful for their feedback. Thanks to Cynthia Farahat Higgins, James Higgins, Nadya Higgins, Adam Meyer, Stacy Woodson, Dr. John Hunt, Stephen Cone, Susan Stiglitz, Matthew Stiglitz, and Richard Elam.
A good writing group is an author’s most valuable asset, and I appreciate the skillful critiques of my fellow scriveners in the Royal Writers Secret Society. I am honored to be a member of such a talented group. Also, thanks to International Thriller Writers for their continued support of mystery and thriller writers everywhere.
I was honored to have my author portrait taken by Rowland Scherman, a Grammy Award winner and a talented photographer who has captured icons of American culture. View his work at www.rowlandscherman.com.
Finally, thanks to Reagan Rothe and everyone at Black Rose Writing for taking a chance on a debut author.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Recommended Reading
Dedication
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
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
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
CHAPTER FIFTY
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
CHAPTER SIXTY
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
BRW INFO
CHAPTER ONE
I wanted to die.
I leaned into the crib and brushed my fingers over Emma’s teddy bear, a stuffed animal larger than she had ever been. The velour fabric felt cool and still—the opposite of Emma during her short life—her three-month, impossibly brief existence. She had come and gone so quickly; it was almost possible to imagine she had never lived at all. Almost. Some mornings, I awakened and experienced a few seconds of peace, before remembering what had happened, then reality would rush into me like a cold wind.
My baby girl is dead.
The teddy bear’s stitched eyes stared back at me. I had been so careful buying non-toxic bath toys and dolls free of choking hazards. Every object in the room was childproof, from the one-inch gaps between crib slats to the electrical outlet covers. I had given it all so much thought.
A tear wet my cheek, smearing my mascara, and I hugged the teddy bear against my chest. I could still smell the sweet, floral scent of baby powder, and I pictured the first time Emma smiled at me—her cheeks fat and rosy.
My eyes burned, and the crib blurred in my vision. The floor shifted under me, as if the carpet had transformed into desert sand, and the world rushed past me, moving on without me, jostling me like a leaf blowing down the side of the road, without direction, without hope.
I reached over the crib and caressed a cloth elephant dangling from a mobile. I flicked it and the mobile spun in a circle—going nowhere—as it chimed Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. Emma had giggled every time she heard it.
My pregnancy had been unplanned and the months before Emma’s birth had been a flurry, a frantic rush to prepare for motherhood. We painted the nursery and purchased a crib, stroller, and pacifiers. I took vitamins and read how-to books, all so we would be ready when she came. Then she arrived, and everyone wanted to see her, touch her, share our joy. For three months she consumed our thoughts, our every waking moment. Then she was gone.
She had my blonde hair.
My knees buckled, and I wanted to fall through the floor, sink into the earth, lie with Emma in her grave. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, love her. I could not comprehend the unfairness of it, the cruelty. She had been healthy and full of life until the morning I found her cold and still.
Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. How could that be a real thing? How could anyone allow it to happen?
I gripped the crib to steady myself.
“Are you okay?” Brad asked from the doorway.
My body stiffened. I had forgotten my husband was home and the need to hide my weakness from him overwhelmed me. I turned
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