Tell Me When I'm Dead: A Dave Pulaski Thriller Audiobook

Music and credits.

Not all draggers want to eat your flesh. Some just want to play. That’s what I was thinking as I sat frozen in the corner of a cold storage area. My body halfway to dead, and my breath stuttering like a concertina with a leak…

I remember July 5th, when Jim got shitfaced and showed up at our house. It was after ten when I answered the door, and I was tired. He must have fallen because his lip was bleeding, and he had a chipped tooth…

When I woke up, I was alone. Beads of safety glass lay everywhere. I stared at a large hole in the windshield, dripping with fresh blood. Bits of torn flesh hung from the jagged edges…

I was in too much pain to go to work and decided to take a sick day. Though I felt terrible about not looking for my friend, I was a mess and wouldn’t be of much use…

The text message glowed as I awoke to the sound of a garbage truck outside. Let me just say I don’t like trouble. Better to avoid it—always. But sometimes trouble shows up and takes a shit on your welcome mat…

There was a Starbucks up the 5 in Redding. A lot of tourists stopped there on their way to Shasta Lake. We had decided to meet there to avoid seeing anyone we knew…

I spent the afternoon organizing the basement. The whole time, I worried Missy would show up at the house…

We read the headline in the morning newspaper— Man Finds Body of Missing Jogger . A local hunter discovered her in the woods. The body had been eviscerated…

Worrying about Missy had exhausted me. When we got home in the late afternoon, I fell asleep on the sofa in the den…

The house was dark when I arrived. I grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment and got out to investigate. Immediately, I stepped on something soft—it made a crunching sound…

He watched me with birdlike curiosity. Caked with mud and dried blood, his clothes were a mess. His sandy hair was matted with dirt. His eyes were like two slate wafers, gray and lifeless…

With everything going on, you would think I’d want to be truthful about what happened at Jim’s house. But after speaking with Van Gundy, I realized my friend was the prime suspect in Sarah Champion’s murder…

Okay, so the Missy problem. Did I tell Holly everything and hope she would forgive me? Or was it better to convince the bitch to stop before my wife learned the truth? As I explained, I like to avoid trouble…

The next day was Saturday. I ended up sleeping on the couch in the den. Holly had gone out early. After showering and dressing, I called Missy and told her I wanted to meet…

Holly was waiting for me when I walked in. “They found Jim,” she said. “Come into the kitchen. You smell like death.”…

In the movies, morgues are always creepy. But when I arrived, the waiting area was clean and pleasant, with comfortable chairs and colorful artificial plants…

I sat in my truck, ignoring the commotion in the hospital parking lot. The cops had ordered me to move, and I ended up across the street. My phone vibrated—it was Holly…

Holly sat at the kitchen table while I made us tea. The bat lay at her feet. I didn’t tell her what I saw in the basement. “It was like she had the jimmies, only worse,” she said…

It was an hour to Holly’s mom’s house. As I got on the freeway, a blue-and-white highway patrol helicopter hovered over an industrial section of town. More trouble…

I didn’t have to be at work till ten, and I dreaded returning to an empty house. So, I got off the 5 and took the scenic route through the forest…

In the emergency room, I texted Holly to let her know I was back. I didn’t mention what happened in the forest…

We arrived at a wood structure with peeling green paint and faded cartoon advertisements for dancing slushies and hotdogs. Twenty or more police cruisers surrounded the convenience store, their light bars flashing…

Officer Norm brought me to an interview room where Detective Van Gundy was already waiting. A dark green file folder lay on the desk. After closing the door, he signaled me to take a seat…

While driving Isaac home, I expected to see police cars and infected people, but the street was quiet. I followed him into his home office and found the walls covered with maps and sticky notes…