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Vandals: A Collection of Young Adult Horror-Suspense Tales
Vandals: A Collection of Young Adult Horror-Suspense Tales
Vandals: A Collection of Young Adult Horror-Suspense Tales
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Vandals: A Collection of Young Adult Horror-Suspense Tales includes four spine-tingling young adult tales of horror and suspense from the Vandals series by bestselling author R. Barri Flowers. In each gripping story, teen vandals are left to deal with the frightening consequences of their actions.

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“This was like "Sweet Valley High" meets "True Blood.... Fans of the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" series will enjoy this series. Great for young readers!” -- Jessica’s Reviews on Count Dracula’s Teenage Daughter

“The story was fast paced and had a lot of twist and turns.... I would recommend this book for people who enjoy a good vampire YA book, it's packed with teenage drama and triangles that will keep you turning the pages.” -- Ordinary Girlz Book Revews

“A refreshing take on the whole vampire world...Found it spellbinding...Could not put it down.” -- Trishap’s Books To Read Or Not on Count Dracula’s Teenage Daughter

“Any teen or young adult will identify with Lexi and her struggles with her blended family, high school sweetheart and summer crush.” -- The Book Beacon on Summer at Paradise Ranch

"A balanced body of information about delinquents, their crimes, and the role of the juvenile justice system in creating "delinquency" and trying to combat it." -- Book News on The Adolescent Criminal

"A broad overview of adolescent deviance... An excellent chronology of adolescent offending.... Very useful for anyone studying juvenile delinquency." -- Cassandra Bowers, PhD, Lecturer and BSW Program Coordinator, Wayne State University School of Social Work on Kids Who Commit Adult Crimes

“A model of crime fiction.... Flowers may be a new voice in modern mystery writing, but he is already one of its best voices.” -- Statesman Journal on Justice Served

"A masterful thriller set in the dark underbelly of Maui, and the vivid details of police procedure one would expect from an author who is also a top criminologist. A terrific read!" -- Douglas Preston, New York Times bestselling author on Murder in Maui

"It gets no better than this! R. Barri Flowers has written another thriller guaranteed to hold onto its readers! It was so gripping that I forgot to breathe a couple of times!" -- Huntress Reviews on Dark Streets of Whitechapel

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Release dateAug 17, 2014
ISBN9781311012098
Vandals: A Collection of Young Adult Horror-Suspense Tales
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R. Barri Flowers

R. Barri Flowers is the award winning, bestselling author of mystery and thriller novels, true crime books, relationship fiction, young adult mysteries, and children's books. Follow R. Barri Flowers on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest, LinkedIn, Goodreads, LibraryThing, and YouTube. Learn more about the author on Wikipedia and www.rbarriflowers.com.

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    Vandals - R. Barri Flowers

    VANDALS

    A Collection of Young Adult Horror-Suspense Tales

    Copyright 2014 by R. Barri Flowers at Smashwords. All rights reserved.

    Cover Image Copyright Patricia Chumillas, 2014

    Used under license from Shutterstock.com

    VANDALS: A Collection of Young Adult Horror-Suspense Tales is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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    ALSO BY R. BARRI FLOWERS

    FICTION

    Before He Kills Again (A Veronica Vasquez Thriller)

    Dark Streets of Whitechapel (A Jack the Ripper Mystery)

    Dead in the Rose City (A Dean Drake Mystery)

    Forever Sweethearts (A Love Story)

    Fractured Trust (A Renee Steele Legal Mystery)

    Justice Served (A Barkley and Parker Mystery)

    Killer in The Woods (A Psychological Thriller)

    Murder in Honolulu (A Skye Delaney Mystery)

    Murder in Maui (A Leila Kahana Mystery)

    Persuasive Evidence (A Jordan La Fontaine Legal Thriller)

    Seduced to Kill in Kauai (An Exotic Thriller)

    State's Evidence (A Beverly Mendoza Legal Thriller)

    TEEN FICTION

    Christmas Wishes: Laura's Story (A Young Adult Holiday Fantasy)

    Count Dracula's Teenage Daughter (A Transylvanica High Novel)

    Danger in Time (A Young Adult Time Travel Mystery)

    Ghost Girl in Shadow Bay (A Young Adult Haunted House Mystery)

    Out For Blood (A Transylvanica High Novel)

    Teen Ghost at Dead Lake (A Young Adult Haunted House Mystery)

    SHORT STORIES

    Billy the Kid's Wife

    Convinced

    Gone But Never Forgotten

    PhD in Murder

    Target of a Killer

    The Jury Has Spoken

    The Phone Call

    Vandals

    Vandals 2

    * * *

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    Vandals

    Vandals 2

    Vandals 3

    Vandals 4

    Teen Ghost at Dead Lake – Bonus Excerpts

    Count Dracula's Teenage Daughter – Bonus Excerpts

    About the Author

    * * *

    VANDALS

    Hey, Craig, can you get out to meet me? my best friend Stewart asked over the phone on Saturday night.

    Yeah, I told him, though I was supposed to be grounded after getting caught with Suzy Pickford in my room. Mom's at the library and dad's at work, as usual. I have to be back before ten, though.

    No problem, Stewart said. I'll meet you at Jasper Hill.

    Stewart and I had been buddies since sixth grade. Now we were in the tenth grade and still hung out. A lot of people thought Stewart was a troublemaker because his brother, Kevin, was serving time for armed robbery.

    I didn't hold that against Stewart. Like me, he just hated being bored and wasn't afraid to do something about it.

    I grabbed a bottle of water, put on my helmet, and took off on my bike. I liked feeling the wind in my face and the freedom riding gave me that I never felt at home.

    I lived in Silver Pines, Oregon—far enough from Portland to escape big city nightmares, but not so small that it didn't have its own Sheriff who just happened to be my dad.

    Jasper Hill was the most popular place to meet in town. It was at the top of Jasper Lane and gave you a 360-degree view of Silver Pines.

    Stewart was already there when I arrived, standing beside his bike with a backpack. We were both nearly six feet tall, but he was stockier.

    Hey, he said. Thought you might not show.

    I shrugged, mindful that I wasn't supposed to leave the house. Didn't have anything better to do.

    Yeah, me neither, Stewart said.

    So what do we do now? I asked. Wanna see who's fastest down the hill on our bikes?

    Nope, I've got a better idea. Stewart reached into his backpack and pulled out two cans of spray paint. I say we have a little fun putting some smiley faces on cars.

    I chuckled nervously. My dad would skin me alive if we got caught.

    So we'll just have to make sure we don't, Stewart said nonchalantly.

    I don't know about this...

    Oh, don't be such a wuss, he said. We'll just spray a dozen cars or so and be on our way. They'll never even know what hit 'em till the sun comes up. By then, we'll be on our best behavior while our mothers are making us breakfast.

    Stewart gave me a look that said be gutsy for once and step out of your dad's shadow.

    Yeah, okay, I muttered. I'm in.

    Cool. He tossed me a can. Let's start on Eagle Street where they just love showing off their fancy BMWs. We'll give them a real reason to be in the spotlight.

    I tested the spray, which was fluorescent blue, and declared myself ready to do some vandalizing, for better or worse.

    * * *

    We hit a few cars on Eagle Street starting with Mr. Donleavy's, the Vice Principal at Silver Pines High. It was easy as pie and no one saw us that we knew of.

    Moving onto Alpine Court, we sprayed smiley faces on a few more windshields, trunks, and doors; then did the same on Winchester Avenue.

    After we high tailed it out of there, we ended up on Dover Road. There was one car parked on the street—a black Chevy that looked like it had already been put through the ringer with chipped paint, scratches, and dents.

    I say we should spruce it up a bit, Stewart said.

    Something about the car rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe we should quit while we're ahead, I told him.

    Come on, just one more, Stewart insisted. By the looks of it, we'll be doing the owner a favor.

    I hesitated and Stewart started spraying the car. Am I gonna have to do this all by myself? he asked, glaring at me.

    I didn't want him to be on my case about being chicken from now on, so I joined in.

    We pretty much emptied our cans on the car.

    Wish I could see the owner's face when he gets a load of our paint job, Stewart said, laughing. He might even thank us, if he knew who we were.

    I frowned. I don't know about that.

    I was putting the can in his backpack when the porch light came on at the house in front of the car. A burly forty-something man opened the door with a pissed look on his face.

    What the hell did you do to my car? he growled.

    Uh oh, I said nervously. We better get outta here.

    Stewart hopped on his bike. Yeah, let's do it.

    I got on my bike as the man stormed out of the house. He started to chase us up the street, but couldn't catch up. He finally gave up with a few choice words.

    Better luck next time, old fart, Stewart shouted brazenly.

    I sucked in a deep breath, my heart pounding wildly. Wow! That was a close call.

    Stewart snickered. Are you kidding? That old guy is way too out of shape to make it interesting.

    Maybe, but we probably shouldn't have emptied our cans on his car like we did.

    Well, it's too late to think about that now, Stewart said. Let's just be glad he didn't get his hands on us.

    I imagined the man's hands wrapped around my neck, and felt a chill at the thought. Right now, I just wanted to beat my mom home and forget about what we did.

    * * *

    We were cruising down the street on our bikes when the sound of screeching tires caught my ears. I turned around and saw a car rapidly moving in our direction.

    I recognized the blue paint on the hood. It was that man coming after us for revenge!

    It's him! I yelled. My heart skipped a beat. Then I heard a dog barking. And he brought his dog with him! What are we gonna do now, Stewart?

    Out race him, Stewart said, somehow managing to keep his cool. That piece of junk will never catch us.

    Are you crazy? I said. He's got a car—junk or not—and he's really pissed. We can't beat him at this game and I'm not even gonna try.

    I

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