PROLOGUE
She came through the door, dropping her bag and rushing into my arms. As soon as we touched, she began to cry.
Trembling, she held me tight. Her head pressed firmly against my shoulder.
Shushing her quickly, with gentleness, I took her to the couch and held her, caressing her hair, cheek.
"Bad day, huh?" I was off for the first time in two weeks, Maxine taking my spot-on watch.
"I'm okay… I just don't understand." She began to weep again, wiping her tears. I knew I didn't have to say anything, prod her in any way. I just had to let her know I was here.
After writing the Witch's Bottle, many readers wanted to know more about the love story between Kelly and Maxine. I was asked about their engagement, first meeting, and first kiss. As a result, I was inspired to continue with a series of short stories. These letters explained their love affair leading up to chapter one of the Witches Bottle. However, my true inspiration is my wife, Josephina, whom Maxine is modeled. Read the serial here... I hope you enjoy https://kdp.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story-details/0S5J5KBCK4A
CHAPTER 4Himiko18:30 HoursIt had already been a long, tedious shift. So far, the only excitement was with the vagrant and urine, Maxine's paranoia, and Keegs’ drunkenness. Since they were both settled, we were back to boredom, at least for now.The deep November chill had set in. The window defogger had become our only heat source because the RMP vents didn’t work.Though we hadn't reached Thanksgiving, the Christmas season was showing. So much of the town already bore the lights and cheer that it brought. Though Christmas was my favorite time of year, it was coming way too soon.Maxine was quiet. She mostly stared out of the window and bit her nails, a habit she had since before I knew her."Central to any unit near Potter Church."The radio broke Maxine from her trance."Not tonight, Kelly. Please
To The Reader, This novel was inspired by my life's experience as a Policeman in two separate towns,Seaside HeightsandSpring Lake Heights Police Departments,NJ. Likewise, growing up in a town that was steeped in witchcraft, I gained a great deal of knowledge into the occult which served me well in Police Work. I combined these experiences to create this story, which is partly based on true events. William Kelly, a former Combat Marine, and a Corporal at the six-three precinct of the Heights Police has his world turned upside down when he answers a radio call of a multiple homicide at the East Coast Green Herbal Shop. The "Heights," well known for its persecution and execution of witches for almost four centu
And now Nineteen persons having beenhang'd, and oneprestto death, and Eight more condemned, in all Twenty and Eight, of which above a third part were Members of some of the Churches of N. England, and more than half of them of a good Conversation in general, and not oneclear'd; about Fifty havingconfestthemselves to be Witches, of which not one Executed; above an Hundred and Fifty in Prison, and Two Hundred more accused; the SpecialCommisionof Oyer and Terminer comes to a period. -RobertCalef1692 CHAPTER 1 Oyer and Terminer 18:40 Hours "Central to all units. R
In 1650, they ratified the town charter for “Heights of King James County.” This meant that the formed town must submit to the County Governor, Deputy Governor, and Magistrate. These men and three Puritan Reverends were known as the County Commission. Because they formed King James County under the 1629 Royal Charter of the King James Colony, the settlers of the heights had little to say who could live in their town. The Commission intended to allow a slow but steady influx of Irish, Scottish, and Dutch immigrants to help the fledgling village. However, the Commission was strict Puritans who escaped the Royal Anglican Government in England. They hand-picked twenty Calvinist families to oversee the Heights in leadership and religion. The choice of well-off Puritan families inspired a Puritanism World View. Birthdays and holidays were considered pagan rituals. The Bible was the only textbook found. The only
"Central from Six-three David, we're out on Central and Bridge moving vagrant." "Central copy, Six-three David... 16:40 hours, Twenty - November." Maxine and I got out of the RMP and walked towards the homeless guy, lying against the welcome sign. That sign had been there for as long as I could remember. It was ancient, worn, and weathered. It's once vibrant green had oxidized to a lifeless pale blue. It's once bronze letters were chipped, cracked, and rusted. Its post was tall, thick, and very plain capped with the cross of Saint James. It simply read: PROSPERITY AND ABUNDANCE WELCOME TO THE HEIGHTS ORIGINALLY
18:53 Hours "Central to Six-Three David, what's your status?" "Central, call the groundskeeper and ask if anyone's supposed to be in the church." "Six-three Corporal groundskeeper started the call." I started walking towards the east window. I saw the flicker again. I rationalized that it was just the streetlight reflecting off the glass. Yet, as I approached, I heard an indistinct murmur coming from inside the church. I reached for my collar mic and pressed the PTT, and whispered. "Six–three Corporal to central. I have trespassers in the building. I need a backing unit. Come in from the east side.” After my broadcast, I reached down to my left hip. My hand bent at my wrist as my fingers found the
21:45 Hours The headlights from the RMP reflected at us from Ray's front window. This would be the perfect place to unwind and help Max decompress. I put the car in park and called us out of service. Max had her head buried in her phone. I waited a few seconds before turning off the car. When she didn't acknowledge where we were, I spoke up. "Echo-six-kilo to battalion command. How copy?" "I'm sorry, sweetie. It's something that Kool-Aid said. I've heard it before, but I can't remember when." I smiled at her and chuckled. She used the nickname I gave to the girl with the purple streak. Brilliant! "Sagacious Inquisitors. I've heard it before, in college." I shook my head, unsure of what to say. I got out of the car and hoped she would follow. Whatever she was looking for had her engrossed in her phone. I tapped on the hood and went to the passenger door. As I opened it, she put her phone in her pocket a
Wednesday, November 21 Keegan was back from the sin bin. That meant we could get some good old-fashioned American street violence. It had been a quiet watch. Wired and tired, I counted down the minutes to its end. Keegs was still unsettled about Tommy Parker's suicide, having mentioned it several times. He couldn't sit still. He fiddled with his pen, went through an entire pouch of chewing tobacco, and made me stop so he could smoke. I understood the cause of his anxiety. The past few days saw a multiple homicide shooting, a necromancy ceremony, and an old homeless guy with a witch's bottle. We Drove to Potter Church, hoping to kill the shift in peace. I backed into an opening in the trees, killed the lights, and opened my window. We were across the street from the groundskeeper's house. The lights were on, and a lone street lamp stood in the front yard. The home predated the War of 1812 and was a historical landmark.