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The Vanishing Act - 2. Chapter 2

Ethan has been caught up in the activities of his former mentor and lover. His own life is threatened and he desperately needs answers just as much as Detective Eliott Carter does!

Ethan Blake, a young artist with a raw talent that mirrored the chaotic beauty of his city, was still reeling from the devastating news of his mentor's death. Damien Moreau, a renowned art collector and gallery owner, had been more than just a teacher; he was a father figure, a guiding light in Ethan's tumultuous life, and his lover. The police had ruled his death a gruesome homicide, the victim of an abduction and brutal torture session.

Detective Eliott Carter, a seasoned investigator had been called away from his vacation to take on the case. The discovery of the body and Elliott's subsequent interrogation of Ethan had led to the young man's confession and revelation about the smuggling of antiquities. The detective was convinced that the murder was linked to a criminal gang and quite obviously to a person or persons with some knowledge about antiquities.

Further investigation of colleges, staff and friends of Damien Moreau had turned up some perhaps important leads for investigation. Rumors had circulated that Moreau had stumbled upon a significant discovery, something of a unique and prized item, something he might not be willing to part with, but something the gang desperately wanted.

Of course, this was all hearsay and there was nothing concrete to go on. However, Eliott was certain these criminals would turn their attention to Ethan, so he had his phone tapped and his movements followed. It wasn't that he believed Ethan to be involved, rather that he thought the gang whoever they where would be convinced Ethan knew where whatever they were after was kept. Sooner or later they would make their move, watching Ethan was as much for the young man's own protection as it was to catch the villains.

When a note was received, left in the letterbox of the lobby, Ethan finally became aware that this was no game. Fear struck Ethan. He had no idea what Damien could have kept or where. All he knew was that his mentor had been involved in smuggling and had not listened to his pleas to stop before things got completely out of hand. Ethan could not understand why Damien would be involved in these illegal activities, he surely hadn't needed the money.

That evening he did not take Helios on his usual long walk in the park, but cut it short and quickly returned with the dog to the city apartment. For some reason he felt safe there, cocooned by the works of art, furniture, and familiarity. Ethan became a prisoner in his own home. He was constantly on edge, his mind racing with possibilities. He tried to focus on his art, but the fear and uncertainty clouded his creativity.

Ethan felt a growing sense of dread as he picked up the note. His hands trembled as he opened the envelope, the threat scrawled in bold, black letters: "You know what we want. Give it to us, or we'll make you regret it." The sender's identity was clear: the same antiquities smugglers who had murdered Damien. Panic gripped Ethan as he realised beyond any doubt, he was their next target.

Desperate for answers, Ethan began searching through Damien's belongings. He combed through his office, his personal effects, and finally, his desk. A secret drawer, hidden beneath a false bottom, slid open, revealing a single item: a card with a name and address in eastern Russia. The words "Russian Dolls" were printed at the top.

Ethan was baffled. Russian Dolls? The name conjured images of a matrimonial agency, offering Russian women to wealthy Western men. But why would Damien, a renowned art collector, have anything to do with such a business? And more importantly, why would the antiquities smugglers be interested in it, if this was indeed something to do with what they were searching for?

As Ethan pondered the mystery, he remembered a conversation he had had with Damien months ago. Damien had mentioned a secret project he was working on, something he couldn't discuss with anyone. Could this card be connected to that project?

A shiver ran down Ethan's spine. The thought of Damien being involved in something so morally questionable was unsettling. But as he looked at the card, he realized that the answer might lie in the past, in the hidden secrets of his mentor's life.

With a newfound determination, Ethan decided to travel to Russia. He knew it was a dangerous gamble, but he had no other choice. The only way to protect himself and uncover the truth was to confront the people behind the Russian Dolls.

Copyright © 2024 E K Stokes, Talo Segura; All Rights Reserved.
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4 hours ago, Talo Segura said:

Good point, I'll let EKS answer that one...

Well, we don't know if Damien Moreau made a will, but assuming he did and everything went smoothly, then Ethan might reasonably be in the apartment for a month or longer, the time it takes to resolve who gets what. He might get given notice to vacate anytime soon, we will have to wait and see, but he has some other problems to deal with.

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Ethan Blake, a young artist with a raw talent that mirrored the chaotic beauty of his city, was still reeling from the devastating news of his mentor's death. Damien Moreau, a renowned art collector and gallery owner, had been more than just a teacher; he was a father figure, a guiding light in Ethan's tumultuous life, and his lover. The police had ruled his death a gruesome homicide, the victim of an abduction and brutal torture session.

Detective Eliott Carter, a seasoned investigator had been called away from his vacation to take on the case. The discovery of the body and Elliott's subsequent interrogation of Ethan had led to the young man's confession and revelation about the smuggling of antiquities. The detective was convinced that the murder was linked to a criminal gang and quite obviously to a person or persons with some knowledge about antiquities.

- The two paragraphs above summarized a bit too much from the prior chapter in a report-like way. We started the story with Detective Carter and, as readers, we expected to keep following Carter throughout the story. However, since you passed the torch to Ethan in this chapter, I'd have gone about it similarly to this. Since it's focused on Ethan's personal thoughts and feelings, it doesn't feel like it's as much of a reported summary, if I'm making any sense: Ethan Blake was a young artist with a raw talent that mirrored the chaotic beauty of the city, and he was currently living his own personal hell. At first, he hadn't believed that Detective Carter was as experienced in investigations as he'd initially touted. But, within days, he'd been proven wrong. Carter was quickly convinced that Damien's murder was linked to a criminal gang and, quite obviously, to someone with more knowledge about antiquities. The last time he saw the detective, Ethan had been left reeling from the devastating details of his mentor and lover's death. What artist wouldn't feel squeamish after hearing of another artist's fingers being violently broken, let alone the man who'd been more than a mere teacher or father figure to him? (though the last few sentences depends on if that information would even be privy to someone that was also treated as a suspect in a case)

Panic gripped Ethan as he realised beyond any doubt, he was their next target. - You better tell Carter, stat!

Russian Dolls? The name conjured images of a matrimonial agency, offering Russian women to wealthy Western men. - Wait, how does Ethan know about all that? Was it in the newspaper or on the news? 

With a newfound determination, Ethan decided to travel to Russia. - Dagnabbit, Ethan. No! You were supposed to tell Detective Carter, not go seeking your own death. 

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On 12/9/2024 at 8:00 PM, Thirdly said:

The two paragraphs above summarized a bit too much from the prior chapter in a report-like way. We started the story with Detective Carter and, as readers, we expected to keep following Carter throughout the story. However, since you passed the torch to Ethan in this chapter, I'd have gone about it similarly to this...

Good point, I'm amazed your comment went into so much detail, but thank you for this constructive criticism, it's noted. On a similar note, this story was submitted to another site where they actually got down to editing it and at the same time rejected it asking me to rewrite it. So I know it's a long way from perfect.

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10 hours ago, E K Stokes said:

Good point, I'm amazed your comment went into so much detail, but thank you for this constructive criticism, it's noted. On a similar note, this story was submitted to another site where they actually got down to editing it and at the same time rejected it asking me to rewrite it. So I know it's a long way from perfect.

On the note of passing the torch, there isn't anything wrong with that (published authors sometimes like to shake things up by having chapters led by other character other than the main one, and it still works if the information is pertinent to the main character or affects them in some way). You just run the risk of snapping the reader out of the immersion. I learned that the hard way with one of my older stories, just how close readers can be to the main character. In my case I also realized that it felt like I changed the genre and tone of the story towards the end, which is even more jolting to readers (to me it didn't feel like the genre and tone changed at all because it was all planned ahead of time, but I didn't convey it well, and that's something I personally am still working on...it's like when milk used to come in cartons and you had to shake it because it wasn't homogenized? I didn't shake the carton well enough with the genre and tone to make it feel like one cohesive thing the whole way through). 

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