Okay, I’m feeling brave. Here’s the first scene of the WIP, THE FACE. Feel free to leave comments below. (One thing I’m wondering about is this: it’s a book about women and relationships, really, but there is a lot of technology–think ALIAS. It needs to feel like both, but I know this scene is heavy on tech and light on relationships. But–does it raise questions in your mind?)

Chapter One

The image on my monitor is grainy, but I’m seeing exactly what our officer is seeing: a wet and shiny London street. A stationery shop. A store window.

“Spock, are you reading me?” Hightower asks.

“Copy that, you’re five by five,” I assure him.

Hightower pans the rendezvous point from left to right. The surveillance camera, hidden in the frame of his eyeglasses, performs remarkably well, given the cloudy conditions. “No sign of ‘im yet.”

I lean toward the microphone at my workstation. “Hold that position, Hightower.”

Our officer remains motionless as Dr. Mewton leans toward the monitor, her hand pressing against my shoulder. She points to a small box hanging from a streetlamp. “What do you make of that, Sarah?”

I click on the object and magnify the image. “Looks like a traffic cam.”

“Any way to be sure it’s legit?”

From his workstation, Judson lifts his head. “The address?”

“New Bond Street,” I tell him. “The closest intersection is with Conduit.”

The text-to-speech engine of Judson’s computer begins to repeat the address as his keyboard rattles. “Sorry,” he says, slipping his headphones onto his ears. A moment later he pulls the headset free. “That traffic cam is confirmed. One of several in the Mayfair district.”

The image on my monitor bobbles as Hightower sneezes.

“Bless you,” a baritone voice replies in my headset.

Mewton glances at me. “You heard that?”

I nod as Hightower turns. A small man stands behind him on the sidewalk, his face round and wet beneath a bald scalp.

“Our contact doesn’t look like much of a threat,” Dr. Mewton says. “That man looks about as dangerous as a bookkeeper.”
Judson grins, but I don’t understand why he finds her comment funny.

“Refresh my memory–” I glance at Dr. Mewton over my shoulder–“but wasn’t it a bookkeeper who brought down Al Capone?”

“You’ve been watching The Untouchables,” Judson says, his grin spreading. “Costner was great in that one.”

Dr. Mewton doesn’t answer, but crosses her arms and focuses on the monitor, reminding us that we are working. I turn back to my computer and snap a photo of the man, then pull it out of the frame and activate the facial recognition program. Hundreds of faces flash in the margin of my monitor as the computer searches for a match.

“Excuse me,” the contact says, blinking beneath wire rimmed glasses, “but does the bus to St. Paul’s stop here?”

“You want the number eleven,” Hightower replies, giving his half of the verbal recognition exchange. He gestures over his shoulder. “Would you rather wait out of the rain?”

“Cómo no, a good idea.”

Dr. Mewton and I watch in silence as Hightower turns toward the stationery shop. The scene on the monitor blurs as he surveils the street in a quick glance, then his hand appears in the lower portion of the frame. “There,” he says, pointing to a door beneath an awning.

The facial recognition program beeps, presenting us with a name and photograph. Our officer’s contact, known to Hightower as “Santiago,” is Pedro Sandoval, a Spanish national.

Dr. Mewton reads the information to Judson, who enters it into his computer database. A moment later he informs us that
Pedro Sandoval is a clerk in the accounting office of Saluda Industries.

“Well, what do you know.” Dr. Mewton exhales in a rush. “The man is a bookkeeper.”

“Now all we need is Eliot Ness to put these murdering thugs away.” Judson lifts his head. “Are they going into a building?”

“Yes.” Dr. Mewton answers for me. “Looks like a passageway.”

None of us speaks as Hightower opens the unmarked door and steps inside. The area beyond is dark, so we see nothing but shadows until the camera adjusts.

Beside me, Dr. Mewton shifts her weight. “Sarah?”

“I noticed that,” I say, jotting a note. “The aperture adjustment is too slow.”

“Look,” our bookkeeper says, more confident now that he’s off the street, “I know what is happening at Saluda. I can get you names, dates, cargo container numbers, whatever you want, but you must make it worth my while. I am not risking my life for nothing.”

Hightower holds up a reassuring hand. “Haven’t I promised we’d take care of you?”

The smaller man snorts. “I would rather take care of myself. And that is what I will do as soon as payment is made.”

“And you provide the information we need.”

“Claro, of course.”

The image on the monitor rises and falls as Hightower nods. “You’ll contact me in the usual way?”

“Give me a week or two.” The small man takes a deep breath and buttons the top button on his overcoat. “Shall you leave first?”

“You go. I’ll wait and then exit through the stationery shop.”

The small man bobs his head again, then opens the door and steps into a rectangle of light. Hightower turns, revealing a shadowed hallway and another door in the distance, then he focuses on a plastered wall. “Did you get that?”

Dr. Mewton taps the microphone near her chin. “We did. Your contact is Pedro Sandoval, a clerk in the accounting office. He ought to be able to get whatever we need.”

“Good. Don’t want to be wasting time with a custodian.” The scene on the monitor tumbles and goes dark as Hightower removes his glasses. Our connection is not broken, however, because his voice continues to buzz in my headset. “Hey, Spock.”

I stiffen as he calls my code name. “Yes?”

“The Candyman there with you?”

I glance at Judson, whose sightless eyes are fixed on some vacant point between my desk and the wall. “He’s about five feet away.”

“Tell him the Yankees stink. And I’ll tell him so in person the next time I’m due for a tummy tuck.”

“I heard that,” Judson growls into his mic. “And you’d better hope I’m not the angel on your shoulder the next time you have a hot date.”

Hightower laughs. “Later, kids. It’s been fun.”

When he breaks the connection I shiver, as always, in the unsettling rush of dead silence.



  1. Nicole

    More mysterious than tech-y. Good hook.

  2. Kay

    I guess for me, it feels too familiar to raise a lot of questions. I do wonder what it is they want to know and why and who they work for, etc. But, I personally don’t feel a burning desire to know what’s going on.
    In my mind it looks like about a dozen movies and tv shows I’ve seen.
    I hope that doesn’t sound mean. I am not at all comfortable giving my opinion when it’s anything less than positive. 🙂
    But I know you know that I love you and your books!

  3. Kay

    Oh, and I do want to know if you plan to research and use only real technology or if you are going to make stuff up like they do for Alias. That would be way more fun as a writer, wouldn’t it?

  4. Megan DiMaria

    I loved the hook. But I was a bit confused because I assumed the monitor was for an ultrasound. LOL.

    It sounds more mysterious than techie, but I’m okay with techie anyway.

  5. Angela

    Thanks, everybody. I’m only second-drafting, so I can still make tweaks. And trust me, though this is a bit like ALIAS, there’s so much that’s not . . .

    Thanks again!


  6. Susan

    Not too techy. And I liked it that “Spock” was a woman – I wasn’t expecting that, and so often these surveillance/mystery type stories have male protagonists.

    I want to know who wants to know what and why 🙂

    Accidental Poet accidentally logged into gmail and showing up as No Profile Susan …

  7. Melissa

    so is the picture supposed to look like a face? or am I the only one who thinks it looks like a face?

  8. Kay

    Ha Ha! I’m such an oddball! Like that’s new.
    I like the scene, Angie. It’s vivid and intriguing. It’s just not the hook for me that it is for the others, I guess.
    But you got to ignore oddballs. 🙂
    What would hook me, if I knew nothing else about the book or you, would be the blurb on this. Because what you’ve told us so far sounds really cool!

  9. Angela

    LOL! That picture IS a face, Melissa–it’s a 3D ultrasound of a preborn baby. It was the closest thing I had to the feeling I was trying to get across.

    And Kay, don’t worry–if I didn’t want honest feedback, I wouldn’t ask for it! 🙂 And I have a HUGE thing that makes this different, but I am playing around with delaying its revelation . . . and still thinking about the best time to bring it up.



  10. Patti Goldbach

    Whoa! I am hooked – big time!! You did say the book would be in the stores next week, right? LOL That’s about how long I can wait to read the rest. Sigh. But hurry and write fast.

  11. Anonymous

    I got a little confused with the introduction of so many characters so fast. Suddenly, we have about five people carrying on a conversation…some here, some there. Maybe it’s just me, but I had to re-read to decipher.

  12. Anonymous

    I am intrigued with the opening. While reading it I was trying to remember what you had blogged some time back about the concept for this book and the connection with a news article (?) of the person without a face. I can hardly wait to see where this leads. Write on!!! Clyde

  13. Ane Mulligan

    I’m still hung on the traffic cam, if that’s what it really was. Or was that just a bit of a red herring?

  14. VAIL

    Like it! Not sure about the sneeze/bless you line though – you might look at that more.

  15. Elsi Dodge

    I’d keep reading because it’s you, and I trust you as an author. Otherwise, oh … I suppose I’d try a second chapter, to see if anything actually happens …

  16. SuseADoodle

    I’m totally new to you or your work, Angela. I’ve been avoiding the fiction departments of bookstores — too many books to choose from and not enough of them that really interest me these days to make it seem worth my while to go through them all for the “gem” I seek.

    However, recently, I began a sort of Journey Quest through Blogdom. What a delight to find your blog, Lisa Samson’s, and (sorry can’t remember her real name) “Ragamuffin Diva’s” blog as well as a few from secular writers. Now, I know I have to return to the bookstores and find these books — or “gently” demand they get them in stock, soon!

    Now this story, seems mystery not techie. But you say it’s about women and relationships. Hmmm … not seeing the connection, but I am intrigued enough to want to know more.

    The traffic cam, the sensativity of the microphone relays, the Al Capone references, the fact the contact is a Spanish national, the other doorway down the hallway, the stationery store and the remarks at the very end — these things all have potential to be more important than just stage set dressing and I’m curious how they all fit together … right now, I want to know more about what Saluda Industries has been up to …


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