After being suspended from his job as a police detective, Dave Ostrinsky, needing a respite from his stress-filled life, rides his bike along a mountain trail and accidentally goes over a dangerous cliff. During emergency surgery, Dr. Ivy McDermott discovers a strange microdot in Ostrinsky's brain.
In researching the mysterious growth, Dave and Ivy are shocked to discover a conspiracy guided by criminals’ intent to control a programmable public.
An Inch from Oblivion is the harrowing journey of one man's accidental encounter with a secret so disturbing, you will be compelled to reexamine your every move.
After being suspended from his job as a police detective, Dave Ostrinsky, needing a respite from his stress-filled life, rides his bike along a mountain trail and accidentally goes over a dangerous cliff. During emergency surgery, Dr. Ivy McDermott discovers a strange microdot in Ostrinsky's brain.
In researching the mysterious growth, Dave and Ivy are shocked to discover a conspiracy guided by criminals’ intent to control a programmable public.
An Inch from Oblivion is the harrowing journey of one man's accidental encounter with a secret so disturbing, you will be compelled to reexamine your every move.
CHAPTER 1
At 9:47 p.m., the lonely array of cubicles quietly choked Dave’s senses. Or maybe it was exhaustion. Six hours of overtime drained his reserve. Thelma went home to her husband. Since the divorce from Deb, Dave had nowhere to go after hours except the ruddy one-bedroom apartment he kept above the secondhand furniture store in Patterson Park. The place was a shithole, effectively serving as a temporary rest stop to sleep and shower. All in all, Dave figured it was better to stay at work. Less chance of getting himself in trouble. What were the alternatives? The bar scene annoyed him; he wasn’t a big drinker. Once upon a time, before they shut it down during the COVID-19 pandemic, he would hang out at Poochie’s, the pool hall in Greektown. He liked spending time with his son, Travis, but their schedules never seemed to align.
Dave sat back in the creaky old office chair as it groaned under his weight. He stretched skyward and then rubbed his bloodshot eyes. He sorely needed a cup of coffee. Meandering over to the Keurig, Dave chose the bold rainforest blend and hoped it would grant him a second wind. Piping hot coffee in hand, he returned to his desk and viewed the 137 unopened emails. Dave considered deleting most of them without opening, but that would turn up the heat for no reason. Sergeant Cooper, his superior, always told them to view email through the lens that it was the lesser of two evils. Dave hated meetings. Email was at least tolerable. There was always evidence that someone had received and read the information.
Dave had mastered the art of physical meeting attendance. Sit straight in the back of the room, stare in the boss’s direction, and let your mind go wherever it wants. He gently chuckled. He was sure he could sleep through a meeting with his eyes open. Dave inhaled and took a sip of the hot beverage. Then the high-pitched tone in his right ear took over. Doc said it was tinnitus triggered by stress, a harmless manifestation of too many hours on the job. They called the condition “ringing in the ears,” but it blared like the noise from TV and radio’s emergency broadcast system. As always, he closed his eyes and let the squealing noise pass. It usually ran its course within thirty seconds. In his present state of exhaustion, it felt like someone jabbed a pen through his eardrum.
“Ostrinsky, are you okay?”
Dave looked up at the sky-high frame of Sergeant Cooper. In his day, Donald Cooper had been a standout forward at Dunbar High and starred at Georgetown before flaming out in the second season of a brief NBA career.
“Don’t I look okay?”
“You look like shit. Go home and come back in the afternoon. You’re no good if you’re running on empty.”
Dave gave Cooper a mock salute with three fingers. “On my way in a few.”
The bright light from the monitor seared into his eyes. The emergency broadcast tone was back. God, this sucks! The tone subsided, and Dave blew through the dozens of emails. Most of it was superfluous: volunteers wanted to speak at a local elementary school, revisions to HR policy, warnings about budget cutbacks, and the latest suggestions on “gentle policing.” After he had deleted the first two dozen messages, he saw something unusual. The subject line read, “Ostrinsky Commendation.” Dave had received commendations in the past. Headquarters consistently communicated along the chain of command. In his case, Sergeant Cooper would be letting him know in person. He thought about chasing Cooper down, but he was tired and wanted to get out of there. Maybe the email was bogus. He couldn’t recall how many warnings they had received from IT about opening suspicious messages. This one had his name in the subject line. It had to be legit. To be sure, Dave checked the sender’s email address. Damned if it wasn’t from the PC’s office. Everything was changing so fast these days; maybe this was something new. Dave opened the email.
Detective David Ostrinsky:
I am pleased to inform you that you will receive a commendation for achieving the highest arrest/closure ratio for the current calendar year. Click the link below for the details.
Yolanda K. Polk
Police Commissioner
Dave laughed out loud. Arrest/closure record? What the fuck was that? Guess I actually slept through the meeting when they announced that one.
Commendations didn’t come along often. If they wanted to honor him and send a little recognition his way, who was he to argue? As hard as he worked, he deserved it.
Dave clicked on the link for the details of his commendation. The computer screen turned blue and filled with lines of random letters and numbers. Dave’s eyes bulged. A gray sheath swallowed his vision, and his entire body suddenly felt cold and rigid. His upper torso fell forward. When his forehead smacked into the monitor, his vision returned, and the odd sensation in his body subsided.
“Ostrinsky, I thought you were going home,” said Sergeant Cooper. “You don’t look well.”
Dave shook off the remaining chill on his bones and tried his best to appear normal. “I’m good. Hey, how come you didn’t tell me about the commendation?”
“Commendation? Is this a joke?”
“For best arrest/close ratio or something like that. I got an email from the PC.”
“Ostrinsky, I think you’re exhausted. Go home and get some rest.”
“No, wait. I’m not shitting you. Look at this email.”
Cooper gazed at the monitor. “Looks like you’ve been ignoring your in-bin for too long. Must be a hundred or more in there.”
“Well, yeah, but look at the email from the PC.”
Cooper looked at the screen once more. “I don’t see what you’re referring to.”
Frustrated, Dave pointed to the monitor. “There, right there!”
Cooper just shook his head. “Ostrinsky, I don’t have time for games. Go home.”
With that, the sergeant retreated to his office. At the same time, Dave stared in disbelief at the inbox with the message clearly saying Ostrinsky Commendation. Why, he wondered, could Sergeant Cooper not see it?
Before Dave could leave the chair, Sergeant Cooper busted out of his office and raced back toward him.
Dave knew the look. Sarge was breathing fire.
“Ostrinsky, did you click on malware? Our whole system is down.”
Taken aback, Dave instinctively went into a defensive posture. “I didn’t click on anything, honest.”
“Except for the link in the bogus email about your commendation. The one that vanished after you clicked on it.”
“It seemed innocent enough,” Dave stated a little too defiantly.
“Well, it wasn’t. Look at your computer screen now.”
Dave’s stomach knotted. On every monitor in the department, including his own, an animated laughing hyena mocked them. Its jowls were wide open, and its long, rubbery tongue danced over teeth too large. Seconds later, a cartoon voice shouted, “Your system has been jacked. All files now belong to us. Pay a ransom of ten million dollars by midnight tomorrow, or we will destroy your files.”
“I can’t believe this,” an ashen Dave said to his supervisor.
“You better believe it. This shit is real. Happens all the time. I have an emergency call into IT. The PC is going to be pissed. I can assure you that the mayor will also be displeased. Forget that commendation, Ostrinsky. You are on suspension until further notice.”
After some strange happenings in the office that lead to Detective Dave Ostrinsky’s suspension, he decides to take a bike ride along a mountain trail and finds himself over the side of the cliff. His fall leads him to emergency brain surgery, and the discovery of a mysterious device that appears to have been implanted in his head.
Dave and his surgeon, Ivy, soon embark on an investigation of their own to reveal the mystery of this microdot. But Dave isn’t the only one with this device in his head and experiencing a state of oblivion. People all around the country are suddenly finding themselves in situations without any recollection of how they got to that point. The investigation soon leads them to a group of criminal masterminds and their sinister invention to control people’s minds.
I was hooked almost immediately when I started reading this book. The plot was unique and creative, but when really thinking about it, it’s not too far fetched. With all of the advancements in technology and the ever-evolving science, it’s easy to imagine that there could be people out there who are trying to achieve something similar to Agnete and her co-conspirators - which is terrifying, but in an odd way just made this book more enjoyable for me.
I also liked how the story didn’t just revolve around the characters trying to get to the bottom of the microdot. There were chapters where we got to know each of the characters, their stories, and the connections that they had developed with each other. I always appreciate this information, but often find that going into detail about characters’ lives often detracts from the actually story. But the author was able to find a nice balance between allowing readers to make a connection with the characters without going into too much detail and taking away from the overall plot.
I was a bit surprised at how anti-climatic that last scene at the castle was once Dave entered. While I appreciated the twist leading up to that, I just expected a bit more of a confrontation. I also felt that the mystery of the microdot was solved pretty quickly given the fact that no one knew of its existence previously. It seemed like once it was discovered, everyone was able to put the pieces together right away. I would have liked to more suspense and uncertainty around exactly what it was and what was happening to those that had one.
Overall this book was a hit for me. I typically shy away from these sorts of plots, I’m more of a romance reader. But something about this book drew me in and I was glad I gave it a shot. I was especially glad to see that there was even some romance mixed into the story as well.