Gemotions

"Bloody hell," muttered Charles, staring at the book. *The Life and Times of Charles Beaumont: A Legacy Unveiled*. He felt a hot flush of annoyance. He'd lived a life best described as private. The thought of it being laid out for public consumption was repulsive. He tossed the book onto the bar, the sound sharp against the quiet ambience.

He took a large gulp of his scotch, the amber liquid burning his throat. He felt a familiar anger simmering beneath his skin. He wasn’t a public figure. He liked the shadows.

He began reading the first chapter, detailing his war service. The details were correct. Too correct. He felt a shiver crawl down his spine. The author knew things. He felt a sense of unease, of being watched.