Publisher
Golden Lotus Books
Just when you think it has all been done before, here comes Randall Lee." --Scott Nicholson, author of Liquid Fear "Charles Colyott’s novel, CHANGES, is a stunner. A thrill-ride from start to finish that will stay with you long after you’ve finished the last page. The characters are unique in detective lore, the situations are mesmerizing and together they draw the reader into a world quite unlike anything previously encountered. Read this book to learn, laugh, and fall in love with a brilliant young writer’s work." --Lisa Mannetti, two-time Bram stoker nominee and winner, The Gentling Box. "With slick action reminiscent of Barry Eisler, and witty dialogue in the league of Jeff Strand, Charles Colyott creates a thriller all his own. The compulsively readable prose of CHANGES will keep you reading long into the night, and when you're through, you'll be hoping for another thriller starring the sometimes troubled acupuncturist/Tai Chi Chuan expert, Randall Lee."----Glen Krisch, author of Brother's Keeper, Loss, Where Darkness Dwells, and The Nightmare Within Changes -- A Randall Lee MysterybyCharles Colyott Changes -- A Randall Lee MysteryCopyright © by Charles Colyott All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. ***** Dedication For Ken Colyott (I think he would've liked this one) and for Cara, always. Special Thanks to: Sifu, Tom, Alex & Scott and the NOLA crew Changes -- A Randall Lee Mystery Table of Contents About ChangesChanges - A Randall Lee MysteryAbout the author Changes Yu Bei: Preparation. I fell into the stance effortlessly and stood until my breath came slow, quiet, and easy. I focused on the feel of stale air on my skin, the flash of dust motes gleaming golden in the sunlight, and the stink of rotting fish from the dumpster down in the alley. Cardboard boxes still lined the walls of my apartment, stacked in random, leaning columns; I ignored them. Cobwebs caught the light and shone against the dingy ceiling; a wayward water beetle scrabbled along the floor, looking for a meal or, perhaps, a way back to its home. And through the open windows, guttural shouts in Cantonese, bits of conversation in lilting Mandarin, and heat: oppressive, humid, Midwestern heat. I pushed the distractions from my mind.Qi Shi: Begin.I start to move, searching for the stillness in motion, the motion in stillness. The postures shift from one to another without pausing, without breaking. ‘Grasp Sparrow’s Tail’ to ‘Single Whip,’ flowing into ‘Lift hands’. I moved through them, my mind quiet, almost peaceful. It was a refreshing change. If someone asked me why I still practiced Tai Chi, after everything, I’m not sure I could give them an answer. I would probably say that it was comforting or relaxing, or maybe I would quote some study about the health benefits of the practice, but none of that was it, not really. I just kept on doing it.The ringer was off on the phone, but I heard the answering machine whir to life in the kitchen.
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