THE BILLIONAIRE BARITONE

Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.

Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.

David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.
Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.

CHAPTER 4

Three Morecrofts stood in the waiting room of the small wing where Amethyst's bed was. They heard voices in the room as the nursing staff helped Amethyst get ready for bed.

David's phone rang. Seeing who the caller was, he nodded to Jeff to close the door and put the caller on speaker.

“Tim, what did you find out?”

“Amethyst Calder is twenty-four years old and has no living relatives. Her parents died in a car accident when she was seventeen. She dropped out of school to support herself and works as a goods receipt clerk at a warehouse in the city.

She had no ties to any newspaper or tabloid. I had a quick look at her home, and I have to say that she is lucky to have a roof over her head. Her landlord was a friend of her parents and charges her almost nothing to stay in a converted servant's quarters on the property.

I am still waiting for the report on her financial status, but I would guess that she doesn't earn enough to pay tax over and above the unemployment contribution required by law.”

“What was she doing at the house?” David asked.

There was a whisper of clothing as the private investigator shrugged. “I don't know. Maybe you should ask her yourself.”

“Thanks, Tim. Let me know when you have the financial report.”

“Will do.”

After ringing off, Phyllis smiled at her sons. “See, she is a harmless young woman. I like her.”

Jeff returned her smile, but David remained skeptical. She might not be a reporter after a story, but that didn't mean she couldn't sell her story to a newspaper for a lot of money and the chance to have her name linked to his. Or Jeff's.

“We'll see,” he said instead.

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Linzé's Mischief: 3 July 2016

Kick-off of the second half of the year is celebrated (at least in my life) by taking part in Camp NaNoWriMo. I am about 5000 words into the first book of my new mystery series, Open the Door to Murder.

Meet Li-Ana Baker, martial arts teacher, ex-cop, and single woman. The fictional village of Fern Haven in the Western Cape of South Africa will never be the same again.

I write with more enthusiasm and efficiency if I have a deadline, that is why I like NaNoWriMo so much. But NaNo isn't every day of the year, so keep my momentum going I set myself a goal to write at least 500 words every day. To keep track of that goal, I use a spreadsheet to record my daily achievement, whether the number of words might be. With some simple calculations, I can see whether I keep to the 500 word average for the year, or if I need to put in a touch more effort to get there.

A few weeks ago, I noticed that a milestone was about to happen and today it did. When I updated my word count for my Camp NaNo project, the spreadsheet showed that I have managed to write 2,000,069 words to date.

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There are four more books in the pipeline for this year, so now would be a good time before there are too many to buy in one go.

After my boo-boo of the previous week, I will make sure that Chapter 4 of The Billionaire Baritone will be up in time to read on Thursday so that you won't miss another chapter.

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THE BILLIONAIRE BARITONE

Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.
Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.

David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.
Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.

CHAPTER 3

I couldn't help but worry. The Morecrofts seemed nice people, and genuinely looked like they wanted to help, but they had money and power, and I had nothing.

Phyllis refused to talk about money and asked me all kinds of questions about myself, while one paramedic checked my pulse and reminded me to keep still.

Then the ambulance stopped, and the door opened again.

It didn't look like a hospital to me.

Panic gripped my chest.

“Did you kidnap me?”

Phyllis, to her credit, look insulted for a moment before shaking her head. “No, this is a private facility. It has the best equipment and care in the country.”

She waited until they put me on a gurney, before climbing out and following on foot.

As soon as the doors opened, I got the hospital feeling. Everything was white, although the staff that approached us looked concerned and not at all how I envisaged kidnappers would look.

A man's face came into my field of view. “Hello there, we are going to do some X-rays and give you a proper check to see how your injuries look.”

We were moving while he talked to me, also checking my pulse with a warm hand. I was starting to feel drowsy. It has been a tiring day.

By the time I was put in bed, my whole body ached, and I was feeling like crap. I was thirsty, hungry and in desperate need of a shower. Phyllis was still with me, but I didn't want to say anything. She had done more than enough already.

It didn't take me long to figure out that the 'private facility' belonged to the Morecrofts. The staff was giving me curious looks, but none made any comments to my face.

But I could imagine what they were thinking. Charity case. And they wouldn't be wrong I reminded myself as I laid there.

“Would you like some water?”

I opened my eyes and nodded. “Thank you.”

Phyllis helped me to sit upright and held the glass until I could grip it with one hand. I looked at my other. It was bandaged and I couldn't use any part of it.

The next moment David and Jeff walked in with the doctor who pronounced my butt bruised but fine, my ankle severely sprained and my hand broken and in need of surgery.

Jeff approached my bed while David remained with the doctor.

“We are flying in the surgeon first thing in the morning to fix your hand.”

I heard him but my eyes couldn't look away from the man quietly watching from the other end of the room. “Why are you doing this?”

Jeff spoke up and I finally managed to tear my eyes away from David.

“You are hurt, and we want to help.”

I waved my injured hand in a helplessly stupid fashion. “I know that. But why so much trouble? I cannot afford this place.”

I put the glass down and laid down, ignoring the ache in my stomach. I had gone without food before.

“Don't worry about the bills,” Phyllis said as the doctor left the room.

Mother and sons shared a look, and I felt even worse. I hated that people felt sorry for me. If they wanted to waste their money on me, fine. I will get out of here and out of their hair as soon as I can. Maybe after the surgery tomorrow. I needed the use of my hand and the surgery to do so. It didn't feel right staying here, but I had no choice if I wanted a functioning hand.

I was too tired to argue anymore, so I nodded and closed my eyes, hoping they would leave me alone in my misery.

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