Adam Larsen is Stalked by a Man in Grey...

Can a dead man murder his own son?

The White Horse cover

When Adam Larsen went searching for a lost golf ball, he didn't expect to face a knife- wielding madman. Days later Rudy Bodiner appears in Larsen's office, pleading for his help. As Bodiner begins to tell about a man and woman in gray who are haunting him, Larsen's office suddenly goes dark. When the power returns, Bodiner flees in terror. The following evening, he darts in front of a stranger's minivan and is killed instantly.

His last words to Larsen had been "Beware the White Horse!"

Curious, Larsen begins seeking answers, but only finds more questions, especially about the man and woman in gray who now seem to be stalking him. Meanwhile, Jana Deacon, his lover and favorite P.I., has become embroiled in a nasty divorce case involving hidden gold coins. When the man begins making threats of violence against his wife and Jana, Larsen becomes alarmed. He discovers that the man has purchased assault gear and an AK47.

Larsen must take action. And somehow he must solve the mystery of the White Horse.

Stalked by a Man in Grey

Gun in hand, I eased out of the elevator. From Diana's reception desk, looking outward, you could see the elevators, which meant that from where I stood, I had a clear line of vision to the door marked Adam Larsen, P.C.

A man lay nearly motionless in our doorway, just as Diana had described him. He was snoring gently and I could see faint motion in his chest as he inhaled and exhaled. He obviously wasn't dead. From our vantage point in front of the elevator, I couldn't see the writing on his T-shirt, but it wasn't the same color as the Radiohead shirt the man who attacked me had been wearing. This man appeared to be about the same age and build as the character at the golf course,

and his hair was tied in the same man bun.

I was about eighty percent sure it was the same guy.

I glanced over at Maurice, who gestured for me to proceed. I moved forward, gun drawn, stopping at what seemed a safe distance from the slumbering man.

"Sir," I said in a moderate tone. "You need to wake up." He didn't stir. I repeated myself, but louder. After a few more repetitions, each one increasing in volume, the man began to move as he slowly awoke from what must have been a deep stupor.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

He reacted quickly when he spotted the gun in my hand.