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Authors: Eric Wilson

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A Shred of Truth

BOOK: A Shred of Truth
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Praise for
A Shred of Truth

“Mesmerizing! In
A Shred of Truth
, Eric Wilson delivers a twisting tale of suspense, sorrow, and repentance that will grab you from the start and keep your mind occupied well past the turning of the last page. Aramis Black never looked so good. Warning: reading this book may be hazardous to your sleep cycle!”

—S
HARON
C
ARTER
R
OGERS
, critically acclaimed
    author of
Sinner
and
Two Graces

“Eric Wilson can flat out write!”

—C
RESTON
M
APES
, author of
Nobody


A Shred of Truth
serves up another cup of addictive suspense from author Eric Wilson. The adventures of Aramis Black read like successive shots of adrenaline, offering readers fresh takes in Christian suspense.”

—S
IBELLA
G
IORELLO
, author of
The Stones Cry Out

“Eric Wilson possesses a profound power of prose and dialogue that kept me riveted to the last, remarkable page. A great work from one of our most extraordinary writers of suspense.”

—J
AMES
B
YRON
H
UGGINS
, author of
A Wolf Story,
    The Reckoning
, and
Leviathan

“Wilson has done it again!
A Shred of Truth
is a highly textured, superbly crafted story that will resonate with readers long after the last page has been turned.”

—B
RANDT
D
ODSON
, author of
Original Sin, Seventy Times
    Seven
, and
The Root of All Evil

“Eric Wilson continues to amaze me with every novel.
A Shred of Truth
grabs you at the first page and never lets go. From a hero who is flawed yet admirable to the demented evil out to destroy him, Wilson has given us his best work yet.”

—B
RIAN
R
EAVES
, author of
Stolen Lives

“Now that I’ve had my second cup of coffee with my favorite bad boy turned java-shop host, I’m hooked on Aramis Black.
A Shred of Truth
gives us a heaping spoonful of terrific writing, a double dollop of historical intrigue, and a custom blend of danger, mystery, and family drama. Is there any question that Eric Wilson is one of the best suspense writers around? Not by me—I’m ordering another cup!”

—K
ATHRYN
M
ACKEL
, author of
Vanished

A S
HRED OF
T
RUTH
P
UBLISHED BY
W
ATER
B
ROOK
P
RESS
12265 Oracle Boulevard, Suite 200
Colorado Springs, Colorado 80921
A division of Random House Inc
.

Most Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan Publishing House. All rights reserved. Scripture quotations are also taken from the following: The King James Version. The Message by Eugene H. Peterson. Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002. Used by permission of NavPress Publishing Group. All rights reserved. The Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.

The characters and events in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons or events is coincidental.

eISBN: 978-0-307-55039-2

Copyright © 2007 by Eric Wilson

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

W
ATER
B
ROOK
and its deer design logo are registered trademarks of WaterBrook Press, a division of Random House Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

v3.1

Dedicated to

my sister, Heidi,
for late-night talks and memories of Brazil
and for yelling at me when my life depended on it

and my brother, Shaun,
for adventures together around the world
and for being a brother who sticks closer than a friend

Contents

He was a killer from the very start.
He couldn’t stand the truth because
there wasn’t a shred of truth in him.

—J
OHN
8:44, T
HE
M
ESSAGE

1

P
ut to the test, Johnny Ray Black failed and got cut—a literal, skin-splitting ordeal at the hands of a killer. One minute he was mingling with producers and industry insiders, drinking Jack Daniel’s, and giving an acoustic performance of his first Top Ten single, “Tryin’ to Do Things Right.” The next he was bound to a statue and bleeding.

Still alive though. Thank God.

It was supposed to be a celebration. A party for the rising star. In a park at the north end of Nashville’s Music Row, I jostled elbows with his fans while bursting with pride. After years of honing his skills and playing small shows, my older brother had beaten the odds by signing with an independent label and charting a hit single.

He’d made a mistake, however, by admitting his weakness for redheads in an
Entertainment Weekly
interview.

She came to him that Friday evening in Owen Bradley Park.

A test in red.

Beneath a moon turned soft and buttery by Middle Tennessee’s humidity, propped on high heels, she nudged between caterers in ruffled white shirts and bypassed the open bar. I’m told she wore a shimmering dress. She managed to evade my attention—a minor miracle, but recent experiences have made me wary of the opposite sex—and brushed up to Johnny as he finished his acoustic set.

Coy smiles. A whisper.

Johnny finished another shot of Jack, then stumbled off with her beneath tree branches strung with party lights, toward the darkness of the nearby ASCAP Building.

I didn’t realize he was missing till a half hour later. Considering it was his own party, his disappearance was a bad publicity move. Where was his manager anyway? I’d seen Samantha Rosewood hurry away minutes earlier with a cell phone pressed to her ear, eyebrows knitted in worry.

My gut clenched. What kind of trouble had my brother gotten into this time? I searched the crowd, then stopped near the publicity tent and tried to recall when I’d last spotted him.

“Mr. Aramis Black.” A stubby man appeared in front of me. “You look lost.”

“I’m fine.”

“Bet it’s hard on you.”

“What?” My gaze zeroed in on this slick-haired booking agent, with his goatee and ostrich boots. Every year Music City draws thousands of country-music wannabes, easy prey for men such as this. Who’d invited him anyway?

“All the attention your brother’s getting. Must make you jealous.”

“Not at all. He’s worked hard for it.”

“That he has.”

“You know where he is by any chance?”

The agent chuckled. “In the stratosphere, that’s where. And still rising.”

I gave a weak smile, scanned the cluster of partygoers at his back.

“You ever think of sharing the spotlight, maybe singing as a duet?”

“Nope.”

He tapped my chest. “You’ve got the look, my friend. Maybe we should talk.”

“Not gonna happen. Johnny’s the one with the voice and the guitar.”

“What about some harmonies? Think Montgomery Gentry or Brooks and Dunn. Those boys won’t be around forever, and we’re always looking for—”

“I’m not the type.” With a tug on my shirt sleeves, I revealed twin tattoos of banners wrapped around double-edged swords.
Live by the Sword
on one forearm,
Die by the Sword
on the other.

“Come on now.” The dude winked—actually, full-on winked at me. “These days, country fans aren’t afraid of a little ink. Why live in your brother’s shadow?”

“Go away. Please.”

“Just think of—”

“Before I hurt you.”

“Oh. I … Okay.” He swung round and bellied his way back into the crowd.

A voice from my right: “Aramis, you got a minute?”

“What now?” I turned to find myself face to face with Chigger.

The man’s mouth is curled into a perpetual sneer, and we eyed each other like wary boxers. He wore a ball cap, faded jeans over thick legs, and a Lynyrd Skynyrd hoodie. With his good ol’ boy quality and electrifying stage presence, he’s been a mainstay in the country scene for the past couple of years. Come Monday morning, he’d be joining my brother as lead guitarist for the first leg of a national tour.

“Got somethin’ to show ya.”

“Show me then.”

“This your brother’s?” Chigger lifted a black Stetson into view.

“Could be.”

“Found it lyin’ out in plain sight near a bench. Not like Johnny Ray to leave his hat behind, so I figured you might wanna hold on to it till he gets back.”

“From where?”

Chigger shrugged. “Ain’t seen the man since he got up and sang.”

“Me neither.” I took the hat, noted the initials JRB inside. “Appreciate it.”

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