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The book is a multi-layered story told from a close third person point of view that switches from character to character in different chapters. Each character voice should be unique but the non-dialogue parts should be a neutral narrator throughout.
The audition includes two sections from the book that will show a fluid range from contemplation to full action.
The right narrator will bring life to the various characters so that the listener will be able to escape into the book.
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Rachel looked at him and then looked around until her eyes rested on the hostess podium. She placed her hands on his to stop the drumming, leaned into his ear, and whispered, “I’m so sorry. I ran into her yesterday and she remembered it was my birthday and asked if I was having a party. I felt cornered and obligated to invite her. I just had no idea she would have the balls to show up.”
Henry sat speechless.
Rachel squeezed his hand, “I really am so sorry.”
The rest of the table quieted as the woman approached. Only Rachel’s three friends seemed to be unaffected by the woman, who appeared to be oblivious to the party guests’ sudden change in mood. She walked with her head up, full of confidence like a imposing tigress. She had perfect posture. Her raven black hair shimmered on her shoulders as it caught the lights in the room. She smiled, just letting her teeth peek out, as her heels clicked with each step on the wooden floor. She wore a stunning black dress that accentuated each curve of her body.
She met Rachel’s eyes with a bright smile, extending a pretty gift bag with pink and purple tissue paper bursting from the top.
Henry dropped his eyes to the empty dinner plate in front of him. His buried emotions broke back up through the shallow grave like zombies bursting out in a bad horror movie.
“Happy birthday, Rachel!” Her singsong voice, although not forced, seemed out of place for the confident tigress.
Rachel stood and accepted the gift. “Thank you, Melissa. You didn’t have to get me anything.”
They shared an embrace with no hesitation. As the quick embrace broke, Melissa Vanders turned to the rest of the crowd.
“Hello, everyone,” she said.
The partygoers returned the greeting as George stood up.
“How are you doing?” George’s face beamed with invitation. “Here, take my seat, I’ll round up another chair.”
“Oh, no, no thank you, I don’t want to impose.”
Too late, Henry thought.
“I’m just popping in for a minute to drop off the gift and wish Rachel a happy birthday. It’s really great to see everyone. I have to get going to another function. I hope you’re all doing well. Have a great night.”
Melissa turned to leave but before taking a step she looked back over her shoulder.
“Henry, since I’m here, could I talk to you for a minute?”
Henry didn’t meet her gaze but he nodded his head and stood up to follow her.
Henry could hear Rachel’s friends quiet barrage of questions about who the woman was.
“That’s his ex-wife,” was the reply that Henry heard trailing him out toward the hostess podium.
Melissa turned back, everyone at the table was staring at her and Henry. She smiled back at them and then walked down the hall toward the restrooms, out of sight and sound of the party.
“Henry, you haven’t been returning my calls.” Her singsong voice was gone.
Henry’s stomach turned.
“I’m sorry, Melissa. I don’t have an excuse. I don’t have a way to pay you right now.” Henry made no pretense.
He knew why she had him here in this public place. It was about the money. Their money, or more specific, her money.
“Henry, it’s been two months. You told me that you were getting a new job. You assured me that you were going to be able to make significant advancements in paying off your debt.”
His shoulders slumped and he dropped his eyes from her intense gaze. He could feel his stomach twist tighter.
“I’m working on a solution here. I had an amazing job interview three months ago and they said they were just going to get me a package worked up then suddenly they wouldn’t take my calls and told me they went in another direction. I promise. It’s just going to…”
Melissa raised a finger up to shush him and she took a step closer. Henry tensed. He tried to make room and stepped back but found himself against the wall. Melissa was inches away from his body, almost touching him.
She leaned her head by his ear, “I don’t care about your excuses or what caused your latest failure. I care about getting my money back,” her voice was a whisper, more frightening than a scream.
“I know, I just…” he stammered. She was so close he could feel the heat of her breath. Sweat formed under his arms. He cowered, like being trapped in a cage. A complete loss of control.
“Just listen to me, Henry, I really don’t care anymore. You were never able to take what you wanted. You are weak, that’s why you’re still stuck here in Idaho. Why I’m choosing to be so reasonable about this is because of what we had.”
She was in his face, her eyes cold and all business. It somehow reminded Henry of the last months of their marriage.
She leaned in, Henry tensed again as she moved her lips within a fraction of his.
She placed a hand on his cheek. He recoiled. She smiled.
“Next time, call me back.” She turned, walked toward the exit then stopped and turned back to Henry. “By the way, if you haven’t heard, Thomas’s father died last week in New York. Make sure you send flowers that are befitting the Barnaby family name.”
He’d seen the news reports about the old man’s heart attack but he hadn’t talked with his son, Thomas Barnaby, since he left Seattle. He noted Melissa’s request as another thing she imagined he’d screw up.
She stepped into the entryway, waving back at the Ricks clan with a big smile.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart!”
The singsong voice had returned as Melissa exited the restaurant.
Henry went into the men’s room and splashed water on his face. He took a deep breath and looked at himself. His shirt was dark with sweat.
From chapter 31
Another set of headlights entered the compound as they exited the truck.
"Where’s Rachel?" Henry shouted to Ludswik.
The man pointed at the approaching headlights.
"Now why don't both of you come out here and throw down any weapons you might have."
Henry moved forward as Mabel grabbed his arm to hold him back.
"I think we should take the ‘trust but verify’ route," Mabel yelled back.
“Agreed," Ludswik said. "How do I know you’re Jasper Ricks and not Henry?"
"I'm Jasper. We..." he pointed to Mabel and himself, "don't want anyone we love getting hurt. We left Henry behind."
The sedan pulled in fast and screeched to a stop. The door flew open and all three moved a step back.
It wasn’t Rachel.
"Wait, don’t shoot! I'm Jasper Ricks!"
Ludswik face contorted with shock. He pulled the pistol from his belt and pointed it at Jasper. Mabel pulled out her large Desert Eagle, training it on Ludswik’s chest.
"Henry!" She said nodding toward her gun.
He snapped out of the surprise at seeing his brother, pulled his own gun and pointed it.
Jasper held his hands up.
"Come here, boy," Ludswik said.
Jasper moved a step toward him.
"Jasper, stay where you are," Mabel yelled as she inched closer, “We've got you two to one. If you shoot him you die."
"I die so does Rachel. Seems we have a regular cold war standoff.”
A layer of sweat built up between Henry’s palm and the pistol grip. His breath came out in rapid gulps. From the corner of his eye he could see another set of headlights enter the compound.
"What are you doing here, Jasper?"
"I’m sorry but I couldn't let you do this.”
"That’s touching but how about you save all the family shit for your sister. That should be her," Ludswik said, still keeping his gun on Jasper.
The new car pulled parallel with the assassin's car but stayed about twenty yards away. The engine shut off and Mateo stepped out.
"Bring out the girl," Ludswik shouted to Mateo.
Mateo moved to the back of the car and opened the door. He reached in and came back up with an M4 Grendel assault rifle and pointed it at Ludswik.
"I'm sorry Howards but there's been a change of plans."
He turned his head just for a moment to see Mateo pointing the assault rifle at him.
“No names? What’s your name, anyway? Howards, Ludswik, Vato? Maybe something else? Shit, I think you wanted me to find out about you. When we were there at Q-Tech, I think you were fucking proud of your work and wanted to share it.”
Ludswik said, "Mateo, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"I told you I wanted to kill Allison's murderer so I'm going to."
“Calm down, Mateo! You’re right, I’ve lied about who I am but these are the two that killed Allison, they copied my work.”
“Bull fucking shit!”
Henry pointed his own pistol back and forth between the two men.
"Where is Rachel?" Henry said almost inaudibly.
"Where's Rachel?" he spoke louder but neither man looked at him.
"Where's Rachel?" Henry screamed and turned everyone’s attention toward him. He instantly regretted it.
Mateo looked at Henry for a brief moment and Ludswik seized his opportunity. Ludswik’s pistol fired one shot at Jasper.
Jasper was knocked off his feet and thrown to the ground by the impact of the bullet.
Henry dropped his gun, “No!”
Ludswik turned toward the scream just as Mabel fired at him. He dove for cover as the bullets zinged by him missing him by a fraction of an inch.
“You surprised me, Guapo! I did not see this coming.” He fired two wild shots toward Mateo. “I have to say this day just got a whole hell of a lot better. It’s been too long since I’ve had a real match and today I get two.”
He popped up and fired two quick shots at Mabel and Henry.
Mabel dropped to the ground but Henry stood still. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Jasper’s lifeless body. A bullet smashed through the glass of the truck directly behind him. Henry turned in the direction of the shot and saw Ludswik.
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