The Agency: In the Defendant's Chair
The Agency Series
Book Four
Lynn Yvonne Moon
Genre: Fiction - Mystery
Publisher: Koehler Books
Date of Publication: November 2014
ISBN: 978-1-63393-036-0 ebook
ISBN: 978-1-94019-282-6 print
ASIN: B00OMVWLMI
Number of pages: 310
Cover Artist: Koehler Books
Book Description:
Her last memory before falling asleep is the love she feels for her husband and kids. Then she wakes up, confused, dizzy, and sick, and realizes where she is; a courtroom. This is the nightmare and reality of Early Sutton and other women like her across America.
Carrie Clark and Maddie Edwards reunite with The Agency to solve the mysterious murders that are plaguing America. They risk their lives as they travel from coast to coast gathering clues and piecing together a strange puzzle where the pieces don’t seem to fit. In The Defendant’s Chair examines the inner working of our US Government and a secret society as they manipulate the human genome in evil seclusion. In a race against time to save the human race, the women must contemplate both the ethical and moral issues of genetic tampering.
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Chapter 1
April 7th - 9:37 a.m.
Early heard everything being said, but she couldn’t understand a word. Her mind started
spinning.
Are they speaking English? Yes... yes, she tells herself, they are, but the language is
different—foreign. Sounds are echoing in my ears; oh the pain! The sound hurts... It must be the
level of the noise that’s confusing… my vision is blurred; I see nothing. Vagueness... haze... no
wait, the room is exactly as it’s supposed to be. But where am I?
Early reached up and rubbed the side of her face. She could hardly feel her hand against
her skin. Am I dreaming? Yes, that must be it. What’s the last thing I remember? Think, Early...
think. Oh yes, making love with Alex. But when did we go to bed? Early could not remember
going to bed after making love that night. Perhaps Alex carried her into the bedroom? No, she
wouldn’t have slept through that; she’s too light of a sleeper.
Early heard a booming noise that startled her.
“Objection!” The deep male voice echoed through her ears. Her stomach began to
tighten, then everything was dark again, peaceful and quiet.
April 14th - 10:02 a.m.
Early startled awake, again to another booming voice.
“Order… I demand order in my court. Both attorneys approach the bench, now!”
It’s a man’s voice, but it isn’t Alex speaking, Early tells herself. Whose voice is it? It
sounds familiar, perhaps the television, did someone leave it on all night? What’s wrong with
me? My children, why haven’t they asked for breakfast? Headache, my God how my head hurts.
THE AGENCY – In The Defendant’s Chair Page 7
Pain envelops her and then, again, a strange but peaceful quiet engulfs her and everything
fades far, far away into the distant darkness.
May 21st - 2:21 p.m.
Early’s darkness yielded to light. Muffled noises became sharper.
There’s brightness all around me, it must be morning. Did Alex oversleep again? I really
must get moving or Daren will be late for school... I just hate to be rushed. My God my head
hurts.
“Your Honor, please,” a voice boomed, jarring Early from her private thoughts. “We all
know how long this will take if we cannot get through at least one question without this constant
interruption.”
I’m not dreaming, Early thought. That is real.…
Early glanced down and saw her hands; they were shaking. She was not in her bed. She
wasn’t in her house. Where am I? Glancing around as best she could, Early realized it was not
her television making the loud noise. The sound was coming from all around—front, back, and
from her sides. The tips of her fingers tingled. She frantically rubbed them together, desperate to
stop the strange crawling sensation running up her arms. She reached out for her warm blankets.
Early wanted—needed—to feel safe and secure. But her blankets were not there. She had to be
dreaming, she just had to be.
The room began to spin and a gnawing sensation nagged deep within her jaws. Floating
and twirling around the room, Early felt confused and sick. This had to be a dream. There could
be no other explanation. She reached out again for her bed covers but felt something hard instead
of soft.
The dresser? Am I touching my dresser? What’s it doing way over here?
THE AGENCY – In The Defendant’s Chair Page 8
The more she groped around at her surroundings, the more she realized she was not in
bed. She was confused and it terrorized her, sickening her even more. She couldn’t think. Her
hands reached up to scratch her head, but instead she pressed her palms against her eyes to try to
stop the wild spinning. The noise, muffled words... shuffling shoes... stop... please stop!
I’m sitting in a chair. Get a hold of yourself, Early.
Hard wooden-arms hugged her. But Early doesn’t own any chairs with wooden arms.
I’m in a chair, a real hard chair.
Fear was rising from deep within and spreading throughout her veins attacking the
farthest points of her sanity.
“Your Honor, that wasn’t a question,” a voice huffed. “It’s clear he’s leading the witness.
I object.”
Early exhaled a deep breath slowly. After blinking several times, her eyes began to focus.
She skimmed the room for something familiar—anything. She had never seen this room before.
But how could that possibly be? No, something is terribly wrong. A table, a wooden table is in
front of me. It’s not my kitchen table. Next to her sat a man in a dark suit wearing a bright red tie,
arguing with the man standing in the middle of... of the...
“COURTROOM!” Early screamed.
Gradually the voices around her rose to the level of complete chaos before the judge
slammed his gavel against his desk and commanded, “ORDER! Order in my court. Bailiff!”
“She spoke!” someone sitting behind Early shrieked.
The man sitting next to Early grabbed her arm. “My God,” he whispered. “Early? Can
you hear me?”
“What’s going on? Where am I?” Early cried. “Who are you? Where am I?”
THE AGENCY – In The Defendant’s Chair Page 9
Early jerked her arm and backed as far away as she could. The bailiff hurried toward
them. Early’s fear was growing faster than her mind could comprehend.
“What’s happening?” she screamed.
“My God,” the stranger repeated.
“Order... I demand order!” the judge yelled as the other voices continued to get louder.
The people behind her were moving about and talking out of sync with each other. The
confusion and disorder was growing as every second passed. The judge sat stunned, trying to
compose himself and bring calm to the chaos. The woman, the defendant, who had been silent
for the last several months was suddenly talking. The crazy, evil and comatose woman who
slashed her children into tiny unrecognizable pieces while they slept, and who stabbed her
husband over a hundred times, was suddenly awake and speaking. Early grabbed her ears and
screamed for her husband to help her. “Alex… Alex, where are you?”
Chapter 1
April 7th - 9:37 a.m.
Early heard everything being said, but she couldn’t understand a word. Her mind started
spinning.
Are they speaking English? Yes... yes, she tells herself, they are, but the language is
different—foreign. Sounds are echoing in my ears; oh the pain! The sound hurts... It must be the
level of the noise that’s confusing… my vision is blurred; I see nothing. Vagueness... haze... no
wait, the room is exactly as it’s supposed to be. But where am I?
Early reached up and rubbed the side of her face. She could hardly feel her hand against
her skin. Am I dreaming? Yes, that must be it. What’s the last thing I remember? Think, Early...
think. Oh yes, making love with Alex. But when did we go to bed? Early could not remember
going to bed after making love that night. Perhaps Alex carried her into the bedroom? No, she
wouldn’t have slept through that; she’s too light of a sleeper.
Early heard a booming noise that startled her.
“Objection!” The deep male voice echoed through her ears. Her stomach began to
tighten, then everything was dark again, peaceful and quiet.
April 14th - 10:02 a.m.
Early startled awake, again to another booming voice.
“Order… I demand order in my court. Both attorneys approach the bench, now!”
It’s a man’s voice, but it isn’t Alex speaking, Early tells herself. Whose voice is it? It
sounds familiar, perhaps the television, did someone leave it on all night? What’s wrong with
me? My children, why haven’t they asked for breakfast? Headache, my God how my head hurts.
THE AGENCY – In The Defendant’s Chair Page 7
Pain envelops her and then, again, a strange but peaceful quiet engulfs her and everything
fades far, far away into the distant darkness.
May 21st - 2:21 p.m.
Early’s darkness yielded to light. Muffled noises became sharper.
There’s brightness all around me, it must be morning. Did Alex oversleep again? I really
must get moving or Daren will be late for school... I just hate to be rushed. My God my head
hurts.
“Your Honor, please,” a voice boomed, jarring Early from her private thoughts. “We all
know how long this will take if we cannot get through at least one question without this constant
interruption.”
I’m not dreaming, Early thought. That is real.…
Early glanced down and saw her hands; they were shaking. She was not in her bed. She
wasn’t in her house. Where am I? Glancing around as best she could, Early realized it was not
her television making the loud noise. The sound was coming from all around—front, back, and
from her sides. The tips of her fingers tingled. She frantically rubbed them together, desperate to
stop the strange crawling sensation running up her arms. She reached out for her warm blankets.
Early wanted—needed—to feel safe and secure. But her blankets were not there. She had to be
dreaming, she just had to be.
The room began to spin and a gnawing sensation nagged deep within her jaws. Floating
and twirling around the room, Early felt confused and sick. This had to be a dream. There could
be no other explanation. She reached out again for her bed covers but felt something hard instead
of soft.
The dresser? Am I touching my dresser? What’s it doing way over here?
THE AGENCY – In The Defendant’s Chair Page 8
The more she groped around at her surroundings, the more she realized she was not in
bed. She was confused and it terrorized her, sickening her even more. She couldn’t think. Her
hands reached up to scratch her head, but instead she pressed her palms against her eyes to try to
stop the wild spinning. The noise, muffled words... shuffling shoes... stop... please stop!
I’m sitting in a chair. Get a hold of yourself, Early.
Hard wooden-arms hugged her. But Early doesn’t own any chairs with wooden arms.
I’m in a chair, a real hard chair.
Fear was rising from deep within and spreading throughout her veins attacking the
farthest points of her sanity.
“Your Honor, that wasn’t a question,” a voice huffed. “It’s clear he’s leading the witness.
I object.”
Early exhaled a deep breath slowly. After blinking several times, her eyes began to focus.
She skimmed the room for something familiar—anything. She had never seen this room before.
But how could that possibly be? No, something is terribly wrong. A table, a wooden table is in
front of me. It’s not my kitchen table. Next to her sat a man in a dark suit wearing a bright red tie,
arguing with the man standing in the middle of... of the...
“COURTROOM!” Early screamed.
Gradually the voices around her rose to the level of complete chaos before the judge
slammed his gavel against his desk and commanded, “ORDER! Order in my court. Bailiff!”
“She spoke!” someone sitting behind Early shrieked.
The man sitting next to Early grabbed her arm. “My God,” he whispered. “Early? Can
you hear me?”
“What’s going on? Where am I?” Early cried. “Who are you? Where am I?”
THE AGENCY – In The Defendant’s Chair Page 9
Early jerked her arm and backed as far away as she could. The bailiff hurried toward
them. Early’s fear was growing faster than her mind could comprehend.
“What’s happening?” she screamed.
“My God,” the stranger repeated.
“Order... I demand order!” the judge yelled as the other voices continued to get louder.
The people behind her were moving about and talking out of sync with each other. The
confusion and disorder was growing as every second passed. The judge sat stunned, trying to
compose himself and bring calm to the chaos. The woman, the defendant, who had been silent
for the last several months was suddenly talking. The crazy, evil and comatose woman who
slashed her children into tiny unrecognizable pieces while they slept, and who stabbed her
husband over a hundred times, was suddenly awake and speaking. Early grabbed her ears and
screamed for her husband to help her. “Alex… Alex, where are you?”
About the Author:
Lynn Yvonne Moon is the author of the successful Agency Series, which deals with the implications of unlimited government power and money. She has worked for state and federal government since the 1990’s and uses her extensive personal experiences to captivate her audience with realistic stories of political corruption and black Government espionage.
Her first novel, When Souls Collide, introduces the reader to the ultimate power of The Agency. The second novel, What Rings True, awakens The Agency to the ramifications of never-ending political power. Dysfunctional Bloodline traces the steps of a family serial killer out for revenge. Lynn graduated from Troy State University where she earned a Masters Degree in Government. She currently works for the Commonwealth of Virginia and resides in Virginia Beach, Virginia.
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