“I am in love with the Blue Mind series and I can’t wait to see what is going to happen next!”
Gene Wyke’s search for missing ten-year-old Marigold Riley continues, plunging him deeper into a strange and hostile world—one where psychic powers are not only real, but so powerful they’ve become the currency of wealth and empire.
Gene knows when he’s out of his depth. He needs an ally. But surrounded by strangers with unknown motives, it will be a gamble trusting anyone. Worse than a gamble, he quickly learns—because almost everyone has something to gain by finding Marigold before he does.
As Gene navigates escalating conflict, the rescue mission devolves into a fight for survival. Gene finds himself caught between a revolution, an ancient prophecy, and the hopes of a little girl who needs him.
“I am in love with the Blue Mind series and I can’t wait to see what is going to happen next!”
“In The Doorway, Jesse L. Watson has created a genre-defying masterpiece that combines the best elements of science fiction and fantasy with the gritty realism of a crime thriller.”
“Storytelling genius. If you are looking for a fast-paced sci-fi novel that draws the heartbeat of its plot from a gripping tale of love, trust, secrets, deceit, broken homes, psychics, sleuths, an alternate universe, fairies, monsters, and so much more, Jesse L. Watson’s Missing Persons is a must-read for you.”
“In The Doorway we see Fantasy from the point of view of a tough, experienced FBI agent. He is the ultimate credible witness; he has seen so much of the world that he is past being blasé. […] As such, the reality of the settings and events holds together, and we are slowly and powerfully dragged into belief in the extra-ordinary just as he is.”
“Brilliant!!! I could not put this book down. One missing girl…then two missing girls. Veteran FBI Agent Gene Wyke steps into a mind altering investigation and chase to rescue them. Every page draws you in, what will happen next?”
“I was captivated from the start and could not put the book down […] I turned the pages as fast as I could. With all the twists and turns, I never knew what would happen next. I was kept guessing until the end. […] The story was out of this world and brilliantly written. I cannot wait for the next in the series.”
A rogue FBI agent, at the end of his tenure.
A missing girl with extraordinary abilities.
A missing persons investigation gone wrong, revealing a doorway to a parallel universe.
But a dark intelligence awaits them—she calls herself..
BLUE MIND
High in the mountains of Colorado, veteran FBI agent Gene Wyke is tasked with locating ten-year-old Marigold Riley, an assignment he hopes will be the last of his career. But the investigation goes sideways when Marigold’s twin sister Katie vanishes as well. Literally.
In the middle of a forest clearing, Gene watches her dissolve into thin air.
To follow, Gene must leave his training behind and step through a doorway to another world—one filled with wonders, as well as dangers real enough to kill him. In the end, saving the two girls will take more than Gene’s cunning and skill; it will take his heart, and change it forever.
“I am in love with the Blue Mind series!”
Jeneane Vanderhoof – The Euclid Observer
“Brilliant!!! I could not put this book down. One missing girl…then two missing girls. […] what will happen next?”
Myra McCulloch – ARC Reader
“The story was out of this world and brilliantly written. I cannot wait for the next in the series.”
Alma Boucher – Readers’ Favorite
CHAPTER 1
(Excerpt)
IF YOU PLAN to make a career of finding missing children, there are rules. Three of them, to be exact. Right then, Gene Wyke was watching his trainee break Rule One.
Ten minutes into the interview, Marcus was scribbling answers to questions without looking. Leaning across the kitchen table, gaze locked on the mother.
Big, brown, puppy-dog eyes.
Rule One was simple. It stated: Do not become emotionally involved. Not with the victim, not with their family. You are not the hero. You are not in control of the situation.
If you focused on the facts and dropped your assumptions, you stood a chance of locating your missing person. If you got swept up in the drama, you were done for. Your judgment was compromised.
From Gene’s vantage, a kitchen chair set five feet back from Marcus and Carol, it was clear: Marcus was emotionally compromised. It was etched right into his body language. Skin sheened with sweat. Elbows on the table. Hands clasped—as if in vigilant solidarity. Ready to jump on Carol’s bandwagon, wherever it might lead him.
Gene had seen it before. Many times.
Then again, Gene had seen everything before. Many times.
For Gene, the assignment to locate ten-year-old Marigold Riley was the latest of well over fifteen hundred cases he’d worked over the course of his forty years at the Bureau. He’d lost track of the exact figure long ago. Partly because he didn’t like thinking about it. Partly because it depended how you counted.
He was brought in to consult on about a hundred cases annually. Averaged fifty in terms of direct assignments, though he’d scaled back in recent years. He’d wagered lunch with an officemate this was going to be his last. But as the saying went, wish in one hand, shit in the other.
Not that Gene could blame Marcus. The guy was, in many ways, still a kid. His first nine months on the job, only his fifth case. At least he’d confirmed what they had in their files.
The mother’s name was Carol Riley. Divorced with two children: Marigold—the missing person—and Katie, Marigold’s twin sister. Non-identical, Carol was sure to mention. Quite emphatically. As if the school photos didn’t make that clear.
Gene had been examining the two wallet-sized squares while Marcus did his thing. Both photos showed the girls sitting atop the same stool, in front of the same blurred, hazel backdrop.
Marigold was sun-kissed, with auburn hair framing round, tan features. A paradoxical expression burned out of the photograph: a gaze that conveyed serene contentment yet did so with smoldering intensity. She looked self-possessed, yet playful. Childlike, yet wise. An odd mix on a ten-year-old. Part of her looked five, the other part about fifty.
Katie’s picture was a stark contrast, but equally paradoxical. Espresso-brown hair crowded in on narrow, pale features. Dark, furtive eyes. Her gaze was intense, like Marigold’s, but where Marigold was confident, Katie was ambivalent. From behind an uncertain smile and an outthrust chin, she was broadcasting both apprehension and rebelliousness. Submissive defiance.
Peeking out from behind the hair was what appeared to be a red mark on the left side of her neck. Maybe an injury. Maybe a birthmark. The photo was too small to be sure.
Luckily for the kids, Carol resembled neither. She was rail thin, looked about fifty, claimed to be thirty-nine, but was forty-three according to her file. As she spoke, a lit cigarette bobbed up and down on her lower lip, growing a finger of ash. Gene’s eye kept catching on it. His eye also caught on the track marks running up her left arm, which disappeared under the sleeve of her robe.
They looked old—scarred over maybe. Or covered in foundation. Carol had that kind of over-tan skin and thick eyeliner that hid both her age and her past. Her whole attitude spoke of a need to conceal something. Minimally, deep-seated insecurity, but maybe other things too.
Maybe guilt.
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