Here is prologue and chapter 1 to my novel "In Search of Ingram" i was hoping to get some reviews/remarks on it...

“IN SEARCH OF INGRAM”

PROLOGUE

As Michael Ingram made the turn around the bend he lost control of his black, BMW 650i coupe.
His car skidded off the road and went hood first into a ditch. Before he could gather his thoughts and stop the uncontrollable muscle movement from shock, a masculine silhouette stood outside the driver’s side window.

“What the ----,” Ingram gasped…

1

[Friday, November 11, 2006, 6:55 a.m.] Jonathan Shelton was driving into work when he spotted a black sedan off the side of the road. The lights were still on, illuminating the nearby trees. He pulled over and got out of the car immediately, leaving his blue, Ford Explorer running. Tracking through the light covering of snow, that had fallen overnight, Shelton rushed to the car seeing if anybody needed help.

“Hey, anyone in there, “ he yelled as he slid, feet first, down the ditch. Again he yelled, “Is anyone in there?”

Realizing someone may have been unconscious, his heart began pumping a little faster and he reached for his cell phone. Only, he realized he left his cell phone in the glove compartment. He continued to the sedan and began dusting the snow of the passenger side window to see inside.

“What the hell,“ Shelton whispered.
There is nobody in here, he thought in disbelief.

He then considered that maybe the driver was well enough to walk up the road, about 4 miles, into town. That thought quickly dwindled like rain on a sunny day, when he noticed there were no footprints in the snow.

You would think that there would be some trace of movement in the snow, he deliberated.

Knowing he wasn’t a detective, Shelton headed back to his car to retrieve his cell phone and call the police. His 5’7” stocky frame and 40 yr old body, made it hard for him to climb up the 4 foot bank, especially with about an inch of snow on the ground. He almost had it, and then slipped and again he slipped. After the fifth try, Shelton made it up the hill and made his way to the car.

He opened the passenger side door, clicked open the glove compartment, and grabbed his cell phone. Before dialing 911, for he didn’t see an urgent emergency, he noticed he received a voice mail. He dialed the voice mail to listen to the message first.

“To check voice mail, Press 1 now,” instructed the phone. Shelton proceeded.
“One unheard message…You should have called the cops first,” a robust voice stated, laughing afterwards as if it were a joke.

Shelton looked puzzled, but before he could think over what he just heard…

BANG! The echoing of a rifle scattered some ravens off a lifeless oak tree and startled a couple of deer that had been eating some pine needles off a low lying juniper.

Shelton dropped his phone on the ground and went to two knees. It felt as if someone just blind-sided him right in the back with a two by four. His chest began to collapse, as if an anaconda was tightly grasping around him. His arms were both stretched out and he looked down at his chest. A growing mark of crimson became visible through his grey, wool, German officer style trench coat. Then as Jonathan Shelton gasped for air, he collapsed to the ground as a puddle of blood began to form.