Sémya Slotin Mystery #3
Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Genre- mystery/suspense/ thriller romance
Length: 65000 words/ 250 pages
Release date: June 16th 2014
The truth this time, and nothing but the truth…
Polliannah Koch Guryev is in trouble and her boyfriend is dead. It's not the first time amateur sleuth Sémya Slotin finds herself on the first plane to rescue her best friend, but nothing's prepared her for what she finds in Toronto. Polliannah is a widow and her late husband John Allen was a hit man for the powerful Dovos family. What did they want from her? Why is this happening? One thing they do know: their carefree life back in London is officially over.
Sémya’s long-time boyfriend Josh Heinz knows more than he lets on, but as usual he’s not telling her anything. In fact, everyone knows more but nobody’s talking. But that never stops Sémya Slotin, Detective Extraordinaire, from finding out the truth beneath the lies…
But at what cost? Old conspiracies and secrets resurface that put them all in peril. Sémya’s worst fears about her relationship with Josh and his past are confirmed, and the rift between them may never heal.
Sémya and Polliannah’s world is falling apart. Will they be able to come out of this stronger?
Oh, and did I mention that Polliannah got married?
About the Author
“My life journey is like my playlist, amazingly unique but full of contradictions with surprising joys with every song...”
In the past two years, while living in Canada, England and France I wrote four novels: This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda woulda shoulda ballad... (Book one) currently available on amazon, iTunes, Kobo, Barnes and Nobles and Smashwords. The sequel This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tune and dancers’ tales has been in January 2014. Bird Of Prey, my first mystery romance novel has been released in October 7th, 2013 and its first sequel The Plot Thickens (a novella) in December. The second one Polliannah Got Married! will be released in June 2014 and the final in July 2014. I’m currently residing in Paris, France.
She turned on her laptop and called Ally, “DCI Gibbons, how’s your Sunday so far?”
“This is not a social call, is it?” Ally said.
“No it’s about the case here or maybe a five year old case at the Dovos family island,” Sémya told her.
She heard her shift around. “I’m listening.”
“What do you know about FREGG and the Dovos family? More importantly, what access do you have?” she asked her.
“FREGG is a myth… a ghost agency or organization,” Ally told her.
“Yes, except for the fact that it is not,” she chuckled back. “I researched them sixteen years ago when I was investigating my stepfather’s murder. They’re real, but also that powerful.”
“Alright… why do you need my access?” she asked.
“Hacking the Metropolitan Police Service’s server, what else?” There was no point lying to her. She didn’t want Ally to get in any trouble. She needed access so she could get in then do her thing. “Ally, your access can buy me a whole sixty seconds more than the thirty seconds I could get away with,” she added.
“Sémya, I like you… but not this much,” she told her.
“Ally… I just need to find some breadcrumbs. Your access will help me to be invisible, but I’ll erase my presence afterwards,” she said and started to type.
“What does FREGG stand for?” Ally asked her.
Sémya smiled, she was getting to her. “The founders’ names, Fenton, Reginald, Edgerton, Giadi and Gaumont. Obscenely rich families who decided to create their own crime-fighting agency with bottomless deep pockets. They have governments backing, especially after the Second World War. It was one of the best secrets of the Geneva Conventions of 1949.”
“The rumour is that it was created in 1950,” Ally laughed back.
“It was formed in 1932 but was an epic failure… you know Switzerland back then,” She accessed the Metropolitan Police Service server and entered Ally’s credentials and paused.
“How do you know all this?” she asked.
“How do you not?” Sémya laughed. “So do I have your consent? Gaumont, one of the legacies went to school with me, that’s how I got the information. He was sweet on me and I had a case to solve.”
Ally let out a loud sigh. “What do you need from me?”
She finished her bottle of wine. “Nothing Love, just your consent.” Sémya said and typed Ally’s passcode. “I’m in… timer ninety seconds. I need to use a clearance level higher than yours. How about your boss? James Connelly. He’s chummy with Heinz.” She typed as quickly as she could. She hadn’t done this in quite some times. The rush was invigorating. “Okay, so five years ago, The Dovos… What type of files do you have for me, Jim?” She kept searching and found more classified reports about an attack and bombing on The Second’s birthday. “There was an attack… I’m downloading as we speak… The Guryevs were there… your boss’ clearance is four times higher than yours… it doesn’t make sense!” James Connelly had NCA, National Crime Agency, clearance, as well as MI5 and NDEDIU access. He was only supposed to be a Chief Superintendent.
“Forty seconds, Sémya.”
“Alright, I’m there… James William Connelly? He’s in the report, Ally... Also…” she kept typing and downloading the files to her servers. “Ten seconds… fuck! I need to get out. I’m cleaning up… and out!” The rush was making her hands trembled.
“What did you find?” Ally asked. Sémya could hear from her voice that she was excited too.
“Someone attempted to kill the Dovos family five years ago… and Ally, your boss was there. I gotta go.” She hung up.
Sémya looked at the info in front of her. The files were encrypted, but she could try to make a few deductions. CS James Connelly only took the files he could read and only the ones with his name on it. They said yesterday that John shot him, was it when it happened? Did he go there on his own or with a team? Was it some type of suicide mission? She searched for any mentions of other names. If he got shot there, someone had to get him out. Do I have to spell it out for you, Slotin?
FREGG was an ‘elusive crime fighting’ agency. They enjoyed blending in plain sight; covert missions… like dismantling a human trafficking ring in Hawaii. She slowly got up and went to her board. “Josh Heinz, James Connelly equal FREGG,” she muttered as she wrote in her own code. “So who did it? FREGG or Guryev’s?”
This time, we travel to Canada and meet Semya's brother, Aaron, along with various other new characters, besides uncovering a few secrets about previous ones.
The action sucked me in, and the shocks and turns kept me there. I thought I had figured out Semya's lineage, but I was wrong, which pleased me to no end. I can't wait for the next book, I need to know what happens next!