Absolution: Redux
Louis Corsair
(Elohim Trilogy, #1)
Publication date: September 15th 2020
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy
At the end of the original Absolution, the Executor traveled back in Time and altered Reality. But by doing so, he set in motion a plan to end his existence and collapse Creation. Because of his actions, there is Absolution: REDUX…
In 1947, a gangster murders private investigator Raymond Adams. In 2011, he’s brought back to life for 24 hours to solve the supernatural murder of a Hollywood Adult film star.
When the son of a Pit Lord is murdered in Hollywood, the celestial beings in charge of the Realms ask Raymond Adams to figure who did it and find the victim’s missing soul. Without memories of his life, he accepts the case to gain eternal peace. But the job is daunting:
24 hours to nab a killer…
24 hours to find a missing soul…
24 hours to unravel the victim’s exotic private life…
24 hours to stop a plot to send the universe into chaos…With only the help of a possessed cop and a medium, Adams must trek through a Hollywood underground filled with pornography, prostitutes, and sadists, along with supernatural monsters. But can he solve the case when his own haunting memories keep surfacing, telling him exactly what kind of man he was in life?
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EXCERPT
Victor was in tears now. His hand steadied and fired a shot into Lady Chris’ abdomen.
“Baby…” said Lady Chris and held his stomach. Tina screamed and screamed. But Chris still held out his hand, stopping the car with the darkened windows. “You idiot! They’ll kill you if I’m not here!”
“Why, Chris?” said Victor and sobbed a little. “They loved you…” He shot Chris in the shoulder.
Lady Chris collapsed and Tina dove back into their car; he drove off, tires screeching. The silver car accelerated towards us. But the car with Victor’s people slammed into its rear, sending it into a spin. The machine gun barrels came out again. I pulled out my gun and went to Jenn.
“Meet me at 12!” I said to her.
She stared at me, but then got in her car and drove away. The machine guns went off, pummeling Victor’s crew. Someone in the other car must have still been alive because they popped off a volley of bullets into the car with the darkened windows. There were screams and the machine guns went off again.
Victor hovered over Lady Chris with the gun pointed at the fallen man’s head.
“Why?” said Victor. “Why!”
“They left me alone with Painter and Marr…” said Lady Chris and in a rage added, “I’m not strong enough to take on them both, okay? I’m sorry! I had to look out for me. For us!”
“You should have been stronger,” said Victor.
Lady Chris spat out blood and began to sob. “Do you think they’ll forgive me?” he said and Victor shot him in the head.
“We have to go!” I said to Victor.
Victor didn’t listen and stood there, transfixed by the body as the car with the darkened windows sped towards us, the machine gun barrels still out. I grabbed Victor’s collar and dragged him out of the lot. It was hell trying to cross the street with so much traffic. But we did it slowly.
Out in the open, I hoped those crazy birds would just drive away. But when we were in the middle of Santa Monica Boulevard, they did the opposite.
They plowed into Victor, tossing him aside like a doll; I had been tossed along with him, but he got the worst of it. The idiot hadn’t bothered to move, like he wanted the thing to hit him.
I got up and dragged Victor to the sidewalk. The silver car stirred up traffic by driving on the wrong side of the street and then circling around.
It aimed towards me. I got in a shooter’s stance and pointed the pistol at the silver car. Its tires spun in place and drew smoke as it accelerated forward. Other cars crashed into one another trying to dodge it, some successfully, some not.
I squeezed the trigger. The shot went through its windshield, leaving a nice hole there.
The Thunderbolt bullet hadn’t slowed it down.
But I didn’t move.
The night sky opened up and a long finger of lightning shot down, targeting the bullet in the silver car. Natural lightning would just roll off the vehicle because of the metal frame, but this was Divine lightning with one purpose: To destroy. There was a glorious explosion as lightning struck the silver car, shattering its darkened windows, flipping it over.
Author Bio:
Louis Corsair is an eight-year veteran of the United States Army. Currently living in Los Angeles, California, he spends his time reading books, going on walks, writing, and enjoying the occasional visit to the beach–while trying to earn an honest buck. As a Los Angeles writer, he feels the weight of famous Los Angeles novelists, like Raymond Chandler, John Fante, Nina Revoyr, among others.
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