Brainstorm Audition

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The audition for a thriller/mystery book I produced: Brainstorm.

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Language

English

Accents

North American (General)

Transcript

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Ah, thin growl escape next, Perry's throat. What the **** was the director of the National Institutes of Health doing at an orphanage? He tracked the man's movements until the guy turned the street corner, vanishing out of sight, pulling his ubiquitous pad and pen out of his chest pocket, he wrote Connection between Warner and Sunshine Children's Home D. C. He closed the pad and secured it in his pocket. His girlfriend exited the building 15 minutes after Warner. Her mouth was tight. The sparkle in her pale blue eyes flatlined. As she approached the car, Nick went around to the passenger side to open her door. She dropped into the seat without making eye contact. She buckled up and looked down a cascade of dark hair shielding her face from view. Nick got back into the car and placed a hand on her leg, asking Baby what happened. They had no record of him, she said. So quiet. Nick Catalin in to hear her. What? I don't want to talk about it. Melissa, Please, Nick, She turned to face him. Her features disconcertingly blank. I can't I'm sorry. Knowing her well, Nick responded with a nod and started the engine to head for home. No record of a friggin child. What the **** have they done with Sydney? And was a difficult thing to ignore, especially when Warner might be involved. But Nick didn't push. Getting Melissa to talk when she didn't want to was like trying to get your fingers out of Chinese handcuffs. The more you tugged, the worst things went, Damn it! Next war. Jesus, That was hard. He slammed the mug down on the black granite counter, then watched as the droplets of coffee flung outward, narrowly missing the cuff of his white button down a shower of liquid and it's near miss were a warning. The sprays of errant coffee hadn't caught him, but Melissa might. He let out a loud sigh. He was only doing what he thought was best.