13, An Unlucky Number

My book 13, An Unlucky Number is quite a long novel about a case worker named Angela. Her life is scarred by the need for revenge of a man named Steelo and his accomplice Skull. Together they try to settle a century old score, striking at Angela in any way they can. Victims piling up, Angela tries to run but whether Steelo and Skull succeed or fail at their path of destruction, 13 will turn out to be Angela's unlucky number.


1. Another Death Disaster

Angela pulled her jacket and cardigan over her shoulders as she prepared to go outside. It had been a while since the warm weather and the chilly breeze had become the norm. As she looked into the mirror, Angela scanned her makeup, making sure she looked decent enough to go out. It was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon but the sky had already started to darken from a light aqua to a dusty blue shade. It was cold enough to be winter. Closing and locking the door behind her, Angela made her way through the waist high gate and crossed to the other side of the street. Down the road, the Finnegan's were getting prepared for church like most Sundays. As Angela passed, each gave her a suspecting look. 

There was a deep mystery in the town.. it had been going on for a long while. Neighbor hardly trusted neighbor any longer and each household was known to have it's secrets. Though the Finnegan's seemed a perfectly ordinary family at a first glance, they too were said to have unexplained confidences, as were most of the people living there. There had been several deaths too, with no clear, definite pattern. Everyone suspected the lone woman who lived at the end of the street in her bungalow, mumbling things to herself. Rumors had spread that she was a witch, this of course spread like wild fire. Angela could see neighbors peering through the edge of their curtains and exchanging a few words each time the poor woman walked to the shops. To Angela, she looked like an ordinary woman who acted perhaps a bit older than her actual age. Okay, so she stayed indoors most of the time and talked to herself. If I was suddenly cast alone after having my husband's company for so many years, she thought, so would I!  

As her most recent case, Angela was determined to get to the bottom of these sudden deaths, each of which were a shock to most of the people living in the town. Practically all the victims were kind, average citizens. However, it was Angela's job to look deeper into these deaths, prove exactly how they died, who caused the death and see if there are any links. Buying the days 'Morning Sun' newspaper she continued her way down to the library. She sat there quite often studying profiles on victims, suspects and murders. As it was quiet in there, she could think better than anywhere. Unfolding the newspaper as she went, Angela looked down to see the newest headline staring at her in bold print - 'Another Death Disaster'

Angela read the paper intently for job reasons, and just an all round update. The description seemed much like the rest of the deaths. The picture was quite small to see by, but it seemed the victim was as ordinary as the others too. The photo of a young man at the age of 23, named James Robertson, was looking almost directly at her. The newspaper reporter and several police officers predicted suicide was the resultant cause of death, after all he had fallen 3 stories from the outside balcony of his apartment, shared with his girlfriend Ashley. She had proved herself unable to have murdered her boyfriend and so she was not a viable suspect herself. 


Sipping coffee down her throat a bit at a time, Angela flicked through the profile of the latest victim, James, scanning for the rough basics and relevant details. It caught her attention that he had skipped his college course the day before his death, which was a bit more of a coincidence. Unusually, he had also been last sighted at a mall in the next town, buying what witnesses described as 'several cutlery sets, a rope and a smoke alarm'. This Angela puzzled over for the best part of 15 minutes. When she had left the library, she decided to do some information searches and visits to relevant people. First on Angela's list was Ashley Gold, James' girlfriend.

"It took a while, you know, for me to.. to come to terms with it all. At first they were all saying it was suicide. Then they started pointing fingers at me, but after it was proved I couldn't have killed him the investigations began. It was a dreadful time. I kept a lot of his possessions with me though. Here, you can look at some," Ashley spoke with pure emotion, pushing gently towards Angela a cardboard box jammed with pictures, old clothing and memorabilia. "I couldn't bear to throw them away. I'm pregnant, you know. James wasn't particularly thrilled though," the young woman's slight, small smile faded as she described her boyfriends feelings on the situation.

"He said we were too young to be having a family and, seen as he was doing college exams, that we should be working more for our future." Ashley's head drooped down. That, to Angela, didn't sound like the same guy who skipped his college course. "That -," Ashley said, pointing to a pair of clear doors with light cloth curtains on the opposite side of the room, "is where he .." She fell silent.

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