Telepathic private investigator Quentin Q. Quasar and his partner Nate Braddock are back. They accidentally stumble on a series of kidnapping/murders, and begin to investigate. Eventually, the kidnappers snatch a young man from an Interstate rest area, and Quentin and Nate hear his telepathic cry for help. Armed with that information, they contact their friend George Martin at the sheriff’s office, and manage to catch the kidnappers before they’ve killed the victim. The intended victim was on his way to Orlando to join his boyfriend -- also a telepath -- who’d recently moved there to take a job.<br><br>Meanwhile, Nate’s grandparents fly into Jacksonville from Chattanooga, so Quentin and Nate can drive them to a hospital in Ocala. Nate’s mother has been in a state prison for women located near Ocala, and has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. At the end of a series of hospital visits they encounter and capture the leader of the cult that Nate’s mother and stepfather belonged to. The cult leader and his wife, both of whom had jumped bail before their trials, had just administered poison to Nate’s mother, to keep her from making any sort of deathbed confession about the cult and its activities.

Sleuth LLC: Bring Out Your Dead

Time passed, and Nate began to get restless.


“Aren’t you tired of sitting here, Quentin?”


“Not really. This is what you have to learn to do when you’re on a stakeout.”


“Well, I’m getting tired of it, and look at the time. It’s midnight already—I don’t think they’re coming.”


“You may be right,” Quentin said. “Let’s go see if they’re in their usual spot.”


Quentin pulled back onto the pavement and headed for I-75. “We have to go to the next exit in order to head back south. Bummer.”


“Why don’t you just drive across the median?” Nate said.


“If I thought I wouldn’t get caught, I’d do just that, but there’s way too much traffic going in both directions; and even in rapport, I don’t think we could safely eliminate a highway patrol or other law enforcement presence.”


“Yeah. I guess it’s better to play it safe,” Nate said.


“Especially since we’ve missed our targets anyhow.”


Chapter 11