Letitia Moffitt's VIBE/SYNC

Earlier in the summer, I started an intermittent local mystery writers series. Here’s a new installment. This week: a paranormal thriller, written by local author Letitia Moffitt. Letitia is the author of the Traceworld series, a series of books about characters with supernatural powers. Among them are “tracists”: people who can “sense the particles of energy that are released when the human body expires.”

She’s recently come out with the second book in the series, Vibe/Sync. There are two stories in this book: one about Eric Lafferty, who can read people’s minds, and the other about Emjay, who can hypnotize people by synching their brain waves to the vibrations of her voice.

Here’s an excerpt from Eric Lafferty’s story in the first part of Vibe/Sync. Remember, Eric can read minds. He’s sitting in a train car, on his way home, listening for mental vibrations:

Despite the crush of bodies, the car was surprisingly quiet, in vibes and in voices. It was early. Eric hated wasting a whole day flying, so he’d taken a night flight from SFO to LaGuardia and gotten in at ridiculous o’clock. Now he had a couple of hours to kill before the Amtrak to Albany left Penn Station. It would only take him half of that to get into Manhattan, and he’d brought nothing to read and there was nothing interesting to hear. Early morning crowds were always so steady and dull, their vibes still half asleep. No, that wasn’t true. Dreamers’ vibes, the few times Eric had gotten close enough to someone sleeping to hear them, were often crazed and vivid. He smiled remembering the last time he’d heard someone’s dreams. He didn’t know her name, wasn’t even sure of the color of her eyes, but he knew exactly the moment she’d turned her full attention to him in that noisy bar, and even though he hadn’t heard the flirty line she gave him, he knew what she wanted.
His smile hardened into wryness. Ten years of studying a language and the only useful thing he learned was how to get lucky once in a while. He supposed that would be enough for most people. It might have to be enough for him. He glanced down at the two pretty women seated nearby, one of whom held a folded-up newspaper and was gesturing toward it. Despite the circumstances of his return, he liked being back in New York. Broadway shows, world-class museums, Michelin-starred restaurants, and yet people still got newsprint on their fingers every morning like the residents of this metropolis had for over a century.
Their vibes weren’t telling him anything useful (like whether they’d noticed him), so he reluctantly eavesdropped on their conversation. Apparently some girl from a rich Manhattan family was in the news. The news wasn’t good. Found the body … upstate, not here … at first they thought … not suicide, though … murder … so tragic … so young … ran away from home … part of some cult, they say … think the cult members killed her … someone named Anna.
At that moment, the vibes directly behind him changed. A hard pulsing beat. Loud. Fast. A reaction to what one of the women had just said. Before he could stop himself, Eric turned sharply around.
A tall man in an expensive suit stood there. He was not staring at the women but he didn’t have to be. After a lifetime of listening to vibes, Eric still understood very little, but there was one thing he never got wrong: no matter how pokerfaced people might appear, he always knew when something got their attention. The murder had caught this man’s attention.
And now Eric had caught it as well.
The man turned his head sharply to meet Eric’s eyes.

Letitia Moffitt’s Vibe/Sync was published by Cantraip Press in 2016.