Prologue of SECRETS, LIES, AND TRASH

The quick-moving thunderstorm did little to ease the thick blanket of heat and humidity which had gripped Central Jersey for what seemed like weeks.  It gave new meaning to the phrase, 'dog days of summer."  The air was almost too heavy to breathe.  Patrick McNeill felt the sweat dripping down his armpits and soaking into his t-shirt as he struggled to drag the overloaded garbage cans to the curb.  He paused for a moment at the end of the winding driveway to wipe the river of perspiration flowing from his brow and to calm his labored breathing.  It had been a long night and his recent lack of gym time was starting to catch up.  The street lamps on this side of the cul-de-sac were still out.  That along with the moonless night gave him the benefit of additional darkness.  A slight smile crossed his lips as he turned and made his way back up the drive to the suitcases which stood on the front porch.  The timing had been perfect.  Now all he had to do was wait.

***

This is just the start to a real-page turning mystery set in the Garden State.  It's hoping to find a home.