Where’s My Son by John C. Dalglish
Katie’s mom had come with a gift for the nursery. As Katie was trying out the rocker, she was seized with an excruciating pain, followed quickly by another. Wade picked her up and Shirley, Katie’s mother, ran to start the van. This was their third trip to the hospital, but the first two babies didn’t survive. The baby was in terrible trouble. Even though she was only six months along, they were going to do a C-section. Wade and Katie looked at each other with anguish, tormented by the thought they could lose this baby, also.
When he saw his baby son, he was blue. The neo-natal team stabilized him and took him to NICU. All he could do was stand in shock, unable to think, afraid the baby wouldn’t make 
it. When he was allowed to see his wife, they held each other as the pain and agony racked their bodies, the tears flowing freely.
Michael was trying to get the perfect picture of Tammy with Kristian, their baby son. When she got up to go in the house, Michael headed off to work. Tammy changed Kristian’s diaper and laid him down for a nap. She knew she should take one while she had the chance, so she laid down on the couch and promptly fell asleep.
When Michael came home and saw her still asleep, he woke her. She thought he was home early, because the baby would have awakened her if he had been gone for hours. Michael went to the cracked door, pushed it all the way open and shouted for Tammy. Kristian was gone.
Tammy ran from room to room, but Kristian could not have gotten up and walked out by himself, he was only three months old. Michael called 911.
Jason, the police officer on duty, answered the call and immediately put out an Amber Alert. He believed the baby had been kidnapped and the parents were not involved. Two and a half years later and the investigation had gone cold. Seemed everyone, including Tammy, had given up ever finding Kristian.
They kept trying for another baby, but while trying, she found out she had ovarian cancer – the diagnosis was terminal. She had taken the blow with little reaction, pretty much having given up. She wouldn’t fight the disease. It was almost a relief to know she was going to die and end her torment.
Someone was going to pay. First his son was taken from him, now his wife. After she died, his mission – find his son.
4 STARS – Would Highly Recommend To Others
Won in Goodreads First Read Giveaway. The author was gracious enough to sign it for me. Thank you. I was happy I won it and wanted to get to it right away. The cover caught my eye, led me through the open door to the horror on the other side, but the title is what drew me in first and it speaks for itself.
Where’s my son? is a quick read and I loved the book. As I was reading along, I thought it would be a three rating. The last half of the book was full of so much anguish and despair, I had to change it to a four rating. If it would have had more depth and detail it definitely would have been a five rating. It was well written, with few editing errors.
Can Jason Save Michael from himself?
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Would you want revenge for the death of your wife and the loss of your child? What would you do if you felt you had nothing to live for? What would anger and rage drive you to do? Feeling an overwhelming sense of loss, with nothing left to lose and wanting to make them pay, could you stay rational? Would insanity take over? The ending broke my heart, even though I couldn’t see it happening any other way.
I read a lot of murder/crime/mystery books and consider it pretty hard to get to me. I love to watch CSI, Bones, NCIS and all the other murder shows on TV. For being a short book, it was so intense and heartbreaking, by the time I closed the cover, I had tears in my eyes.
About the author
I was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada and adopted when I was just a baby.(Some may see the connection in my first book)
I lost my father at 13 and my mother remarried when I was 16, moving us to Ft. Lauderdale, Fla.
It was there that I met my wife of 30 years, Beverly, and became the father of three wonderful sons.
We moved to Missouri in 1989 and are still here. I became an American citizen in 1991.
I started my first book when I was 18 but it never got completed. Encouraged by my wife, I tried again and have loved every minute.
I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them.
Please feel free to contact me with any questions about my writing.
jdalglish7@gmail.com OR @JohnCDalglish(Twitter) or my webpage (jcdalglish.webs.com)
God Bless, John
Also by John C. Dalglish
“BLOODSTAIN”
“FOR MY BROTHER” AUG/2012
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