He shuddered, taking a shaky breath, and pushed the door open, knowing what he’d find inside before he saw it.įingers dug into his shoulder, and he yelled out, smashing into the door frame. The blood pounded in his ears, and he thought he heard his name, a low, urgent hiss as if the room beckoned him. Down the hallway, a sliver of light announced an open door, and he swallowed hard, the sound amplified in his head. On the fourth floor, light shone through a medium-sized window facing the back alley, and a long corridor extended past several apartment doors on his right. The air smelled of paint and glue, and he experienced an increasing sense of familiarity as he climbed the stairs. Scanning the dark hallway, he carefully approached the stairs leading to the upper floors, an ineffable force pulling him along. Disembodied voices hollered from somewhere above, probably from whoever was moving in. Jean Carne, telling him not to let it go to his head, calmed his nerves as he entered the wide-open door. He kept the earplugs in but lowered the volume to a mere whisper. Please join me in giving Marco a big welcome!īefore Franco could change his mind, he chained his bike to the tree in front of The Green Thumb and crossed the street. He has also brought along a great giveaway. Marco has come to share an exclusive excerpt from his latest release, Blackout. Today I am so pleased to welcome Marco Carocari to Joyfully Jay.
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