Today’s my stop on Tim Johnston’s The Current blog tour! When Thomas Allen & Son contacted me and asked if I’d be interested in being a part of this tour, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. For the final stop, I bring you an excerpt of Tim’s upcoming thriller!
The Current by Tim Johnston
Published by: Algonquin (Available in Canada through Thomas Allen & Son)
Publication Date: January 22, 2019
Genre: Thriller, Mystery, Suspense
Page Count: 432
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In the dead of winter, outside a small Minnesota town, state troopers pull two young women and their
car from the icy Black Root River. One is found downriver, drowned, while the other is found at the
scene—half frozen but alive.
What happened was no accident, and news of the crime awakens the community’s memories of another young woman who lost her life in the same river ten years earlier, and whose killer may still live among them.
Determined to find answers, the surviving young woman soon realizes that she’s connected to the
earlier unsolved case by more than just a river, and the deeper she plunges into her own investigation,
the closer she comes to dangerous truths, and to the violence that simmers just below the surface of her hometown.
Grief, suspicion, the innocent and the guilty—all stir to life in this cold northern town where a young
woman can come home, but still not be safe. Brilliantly plotted and unrelentingly propulsive, The
Current is a beautifully realized story about the fragility of life, the power of the past, and the need,
always, to fight back.
BECAUSE THE TRUTH is she’s glad for the excuse to get away, she says. If Audrey was just homesick for her pet chicken she’d still be on board, so will she please not sit there being so darn grateful the whole way?
They’ve got their coffees, and the RAV4 is climbing the eastern coast of Arkansas, up the 55 North toward Missouri. A gusty but otherwise fine day for driving.
Audrey is silent awhile and then says, “Who would have a pet chicken?” ‘I’m just saying.”
“What would you even do with it?”
Caroline sighs. When asked by housing why she wanted a new roommate after their first semester, Caroline wrote: “Irreconcilable species.” No idea what Audrey wrote.
“Is it Troy?” Audrey says. “Is what Troy?”
“Why you’re glad to get away.”
Caroline looks over, looks back to the road. “It could be a lot of things, Audrey. I might be having a psychological crisis. I might’ve decided college is a waste of time and money. I might be sleeping with my professor. I might’ve decided life is too short. I might-”
“Which one?” “What?” “Callaway?”
“What? No. Seriously?” “Buford?”
“Buford? He’s like, a hundred years old and smells like old bedsheets.” “Nice eyes, though.”
“Nice eyes. Jesus, Audrey, I am not sleeping with my professor, I was just making a point. I was just posing hypotheticals-remember those? Remember when we talked about those?”
“Yes. But it just stuck out, that one.”
“Well”-pushing out the flat of her palm-“stick it back in.” “All right. Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize;’ Caroline says, Ricking hair out of her eyes.
Sliding a glance at Audrey, who sips at her coffee.
“Is that how you see me?” she says. “Someone who would sleep with her professor?”
“No. I never thought about it until you mentioned it.” “But you went there pretty quickly.”
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