I'll Sleep When You're Dead

I'll Sleep When You're Dead

by E A Aymar

ISBN: 9781626940857

Publisher Black Opal Books

Published in Mystery & Thrillers/Mystery, Literature & Fiction/Contemporary, Mystery & Thrillers, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description

Tom Starks has spent the three years since his wife’s murder struggling to single-handedly raise their daughter, Julie, while haunted by memories of his dead spouse. When he learns that the man accused of her murder, Chris Taylor, has been released from prison, Tom hires a pair of hit men to get his revenge. But when the hit men botch the assassination, Tom is inadvertently pulled into their violent world. And now those hit men are after him and his daughter.

Sample Chapter


Just an hour before my wife was murdered, I pulled into a long line of vehicles waiting outside of our daughter’s elementary school. I was tired. Today, teaching had drained me. I wasn’t a particularly good student growing up, but I found myself irritated when my junior college students showed the same lack of motivation.

One paper clearly indicated the student hadn’t even opened the book: Hemingway’s novel uses the symbolism of a man who lost his arms to illustrate the symbol of how helpless he feels.

A bell rang and a group of children rushed through the doors, making beelines for our long line of cars and SUVs. Julie disengaged from the pack, trotted to my truck, and climbed into the passenger seat.

“How was school?” I asked as I guided my truck into the street.

“It was okay. I have to write a book report.”

“Really?” I glanced at her, my curiosity piqued. “On what book?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. We have to pick one.”

“What are the choices?”

“I dunno.”

“You don’t know?”

Julie sighed and crossed her arms. “She gave us a list.”

“Can I see the list?”

Julie stared out her window and absent-mindedly played with her hair, the way an older woman would. “Later,” she said.

I started to speak but caught myself. I wanted to tell her to talk nicer or say something that started with, “Young lady,” but I wasn’t sure how harsh I should be. I hated to admit it, but I didn’t feel comfortable disciplining Renee’s daughter, even if I had legally adopted her. Besides, Renee was better at this stuff than I was.

“I’m going to help you with this,” I said defiantly.

Julie sighed and continued to look out the window. “I know you will.”

When I worked out the calculations later, based on what the crime scene investigators reported, I realized Renee faced her murderer at some point during that argument with Julie.

He’d watched her for days, because he knew she liked to buy fruit and vegetables at the small market just off the Jones Fall Expressway. Somehow, he’d convinced her to walk around the store and, once there, forced her to the ground and pushed a rag deep in her mouth, too far for her to pull out. He dragged her into the trees that bordered the back of the store, just before the nature trail that wound through a small delicate forest. He threw her to the ground but Renee climbed to her feet and tried to run off, awkwardly pulling at the rag. He rushed after her and tackled her. They crashed into a tree. A deep cut on the side of her head left the bark bloody.

Renee sprawled on the ground, dazed. He picked up a metal baseball bat he had left leaning behind a tree.

She saw him approach, probably saw a glint of sunlight reflect off the metal, and tried to climb to her feet. That’s when he swung the first time. The first blow hit her squarely on the side of her head and knocked her off her feet. She was barely conscious as she crawled away, as he kicked her in the ribs, knocking her to her back. Renee raised her hands to protect her face as the bat came down, and then her hands dropped to the side of her head as the bat came down again and again.

The medical examiner told me she wasn’t raped, but her clothes were removed, probably because the murderer was worried about evidence.

The image of Renee’s naked dead body made things worse. Nudity left her helpless. Even after death, the murderer took something from her.

I’ll never understand how Julie and I were able to drive home, both of us stupidly irritated, while Renee was viciously murdered just miles away. There should have been some sign, a feeling, a premonitory sense that something terrible was happening. But there was nothing.

Until three years later.


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Author Profile

E A Aymar

E A Aymar

E.A. Aymar’s debut thriller, I'll Sleep When You're Dead, is available now through Black Opal Books. He studied creative writing at George Mason University and earned a Masters degree in Literature at Marymount. He has lived throughout the United States and in Europe and was born in Panama. He is a member of the Mystery Writers of America, the International Thriller Writers and SinC. His column, Decisions and Revisions, appears monthly in the Washington Independent Review of Books. He and his wife and son live just outside of Washington, D.C., with a relatively benign animal menagerie.

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