I’ve just completed the advanced proofread for my second novel EggHead, a crime thriller featuring an adolescent boy who goes by the nickname of Egghead. In the first part of the story, the fourteen-year-old Egghead resorts to drastic measures to tackle a bullying vendetta. His actions backfire and he has to leave home. In the second part of the story, Egghead, now seventeen, struggles to rebuild his life in a secluded village off the North Sea, but his past soon comes back to haunt him, leaving him isolated and in danger….
My heart nearly stops when I see the elaborate blue handwriting on the envelope, fountain pen style. The writing doesn’t belong to Uncle Graham or Mum or Grandpa or anyone else I remember. No one I know uses a fountain pen, just Biro. No one should have this address, only Uncle Graham and Belinda. Official mail always looks official, not personal like this letter. Should I open it or not? Supposing it explodes in my face, blinding, scarring me.
I tear the envelope open.
A newspaper cutting falls out.
An obituary.
Best wishes, kid, someone has written.
Meanwhile, my first novel – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey - is available from Amazon (paperback, e-book). Genre: psychological thriller.
Newspaper article on author.






