Don't Leave Me by James Scott Bell

"The snowman shoots a snowball with a cannon to the butt of the duck."

Jack looks up at me, narrowing his eyes. He is sitting at the kitchen table peeling potatoes to help Jenny out. His hand stops in the middle of the motion, half of the potato peeled, a piece of crust stuck to his knife.

"What?" he asks.

Jenny giggles, and continues slicing the meat. She is standing at the counter, preparing the dinner. I'm stirring the soup with a wooden spoon elegantly, this much I can contribute to the meal.

I repeat what I said, then I add "It's a riddle. So, what do you say?"

"The snowman. With a cannon. Uncle, are you alright?" says Jack shaking his head, his attention returns to the potato.

"OK, listen. You are kidnapped, they put you in a room, the security door has a keypad to open. You don't know the code, but secretly watch the bad gal enter it when she leaves the room. But you aren't good in remembering numbers, so you have a system. Every number is represented by a symbol, something easy to remember of. So when the guy left, you remember the snowman and the cannon and the duck. And the snowball. What is the code to your freedom, then?"

Jack puts his knife down and asks:

"Where does this stuff come from?"

"From a book. 'Don't leave me' by James Scott Bell."

"Is it a 'crack the code' type?"

"No, not at all. It's a thriller. It's about a former Navy chaplain who gets into a lot of trouble because of his past. He fights with his own demons, but on top of that gangsters want to catch him. He has valuable information buried deeply in his nightmare's and he has to find the reason why the bad guys want him. He has a younger autistic brother he needs to take care of. This brother is kidnapped and he can learn numbers in this interesting way, using pictures. Pictures belong to every number."

"Ah, it makes more sense now. What is the riddle again?"

I repeat it. "It may be phrased somewhat differently in the book, but you get the point, I think."

"OK" says Jack. "The snowman is quite obvious, it is the number eight. The snowball is the zero. The cannon could be... I think it's the six, the lower circle can be the wheel and the upper short part is the barrel. But which one is the duck? Maybe five? Or the nine, like a duck with its head submerged into the water?"

"You are close. You got the first three right. The duck is the number two."

"Yeah, that fits too."

Jenny is finished with the meat, she wipes her hand in her apron.

"Tell me about the book, uncle" she says.

"It's a good one. Fast paced, just as I like it. There are a lot of questions asked in the beginning, which made me turn the page - that is click the 'next page' button on my Kindle. I always appreciate hooks and cliffhangers, and there are plenty of them. Also twist and turns. I guessed some of them, but the author surprised me many times."

"What about the characters?" asks Jenny.

I know she is not really into thrillers and suspense, she likes romance and young adult books more, and she always enjoys complex characters.

"Chuck, the protagonist has a few layers, some of them pealed off during the story. I liked how Bell presented Stan, the brother. In his scenes it was interesting to see the events unfolding through his specific view of the world. And the cop woman was original too."

"I think I give it a shot" says Jack. He puts the last potato into the bowl, stands up and  walks to the sink to wash his hands. "I have reached my food preparation limit."

Jenny rolls her eyes and gestures towards the living room.

"Go, go, don't be under my feet here. I call you when dinner is ready."

"What? I helped, see?" says Jack pointing to the peeled potatoes.

"OK, I give you that. You can go now."

Jack leaves the room, but after a minute his head appears in the door.

"Can I use your kindle, uncle?"

"Sure" I say, then I turn to Jenny. "Is this soup ready yet? I'm stirring it for so long time, my arm hurts."

"You guys are unbelievable. Go, I don't want to see your sad face."

She takes the spoon from me and pushes me towards the door. I open my mouth to object, but think better of it. I'm sure she can finish the cooking less time if I'm out of the kitchen. So I shut up, and go to write a review for Don't Leave Me.