Setting the Stage for This Day’s Near Tragedy
Detective Charlie O’Connell reached to press the elevator button for the parking garage. “Are you sure your informant gave you the right address? No one was in Apartment 706.”
Detective Bill Pearson took a swig of his convenience store coffee. “Blah! This stuff is at least a day old.” The burnt taste in the back his throat agitated his gag reflex. He could feel the stomach acid climbing up his esophagus. Popping three fruit-flavored antacid tablets, he chewed then swallowed them.
“Fight, fight, fight!” The group roared as they watched Billy Madison pin then pummel Dexter Knight. Mr. Rennell broke through the crowd and yanked Billy off Dexter and threw him several feet away.
My coffee is as cold as are my ideas. I walked up to the counter and ordered a refill. Trish, the barista, refilled my cup and handed it back to me. “You look like you need this. This cup is on-the-house.”
Shivering violently, Evie did not know if she shook from the frigid temperatures or an oncoming bug, “I should have gone to The Holy Evangel Mission earlier tonight. I would endure one more hellfire and brimstone sermon if it meant a warm bed.”