Mrs. Thomas: Book 3 of the Adelaide Henson Mystery by William Cain
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.7 MB
I am a new author, and I love to write and share my imagination. I’ve always been good, somewhat, at writing, throughout my career in technology, and I now have the time to put pen to paper, judiciously. Before, I was too busy. So, I left that behind me and began writing this new series – the Adelaide Henson Mystery Series. It reads like a continuous saga, and follows the lead character as she grows and becomes the powerful woman she is. I usually write over the winter season, mostly, when the weather keeps me locked in my New York home. That’s when i find the most time, so I put my phones in the drawer and play light piano music in the background, and I write.
The Deranged Killer Escapes Lock-up. Follow Super-cop Adelaide Henson as she becomes the strong-willed, one-of-a-kind woman she is.
A mentally deranged murderer has escaped. A fugitive running away from justice – New York to Florida, Texas and New Mexico – leaving a host of brutally slain innocents behind.
A mysterious man is following the fugitive, and Henson is hot on the trail, leaving her post as Captain in the Asheville P.D. to reenter the field. But the Battered Women’s Underground keeps getting in her way. Who is the man following the fugitive and what does he want? Why is the Underground helping the escaped fugitive? Henson is determined to find the killer, and she digs deep.
The grounds of Woodside Psychiatric are sprawling and serene, landscaped with rolling hills and fruit trees, neatly kept and pruned. A warm, sunny September, end-of-summer day has begun. Woodside is just one more simple hospital complex to dot the cityscape amongst residential neighborhoods, strip malls and low-profile businesses. Its appearance belies its purpose, as a destination for the deranged and largely criminally insane. Placed in Queens, New York near the border of Long Island, the center was built in the ‘80s on this small tract of state land.
Each one of the seven buildings inside the secure treatment center is constructed to serve an inner resident hall. Reggi Thomas, a Woodside patient, has risen and opens the door to her unit after having finished her morning routine. She’s dressed herself in beige slacks and a rose-colored blouse. She’s petite and thin, her hair colored a golden brown. Reggi’s aging well, and even at the age of eighty could easily pass for someone much younger.
Closing the door behind her, she quietly begins her lonely walk towards her appointment that morning. The stern look on her face proves her lack of satisfaction with her day-to-day life. Her hair is pulled back tightly to accentuate her expression of distaste and scorn. She’s disgusted with following all these rules and appointments, meetings and sessions. She wants to end it. She wants to end everything.
The hall she walks through is largely free of loose furniture and starkly white. At least the place is clean, she’s thinking. The corridor is quite long and typical of the other six buildings. The residents of each building are assigned according to their needs and what the staff calls a stability index – a combination of aggression, nature of crimes committed, and a host of other factors. Reggi has always thought of that as being comical since the center is run very tightly. Residents are rarely afforded the opportunity to make trouble.
Grudgingly, she continues on until she reaches her destination.
Taking her seat in the circle, she looks around, finds familiar faces and greets them with a polite good morning. Soon, the session leader arrives.
“Good morning everyone. In case you are new, I am Physician Assistant Carol. Let’s just go around the circle and state your name and anything else you might want to add.”
When done with the formalities, Carol announces today’s session topic is violence. What violence is, and what it is not? Why do some people resort to violence? Is it premeditated? Can we prevent it? Can we block it if it can’t be prevented? Can we stop it? Can we control ourselves?