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Kitchen Conundrum
Lieutenant Baskins was in charge of the investigation. It wasn’t her first murder investigation, far from it. Since transferring to homicide ten years ago, it felt as though she had a fresh case every week. Most of the bodies she inspected were in back alleys, bedrooms, or cars. This one was different. The body lay face down in the middle of a restaurant kitchen.
By Mark Gagnon4 years ago in Criminal
Dark Athyx Fantasy Productions
INT. STUDIO - DAY NARRATOR Episode One: The Lash of Malloc written by Travis Heermann and published by AEG under the Open Gaming License; Copyright by Wizard’s of the Coast 2000. Podcast Script written by W.S. Klass. Stripper Connection written by W.S. Klass and performed by W.S. Klass.
By W.S. Klass5 years ago in Criminal
Yummy
She looked tasty to him. Red hair,nice, and tan. The prison was calling out her name. Getting a wizard to knock her off. That was not a very nice thought. Although it twisted her mind a lot. Gathering information for the next go around. Look at that bubble on her. It was enticing her to a level that was insincere.
By Alex Jennett5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 6
Los Angeles – December 20th 1968 Collette lies awake staring at the ceiling of the cheap hotel room that she and Ben have been calling home for the last couple of months. She sighs as she loses count of the pockmarks in the ceiling tiles. “God, now I’m going to have to start over...”
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
Sherlock Holmes: Holmes and the Ripper Review
Back in 2010, when Big Finish were launching their range of Sherlock Holmes audio plays, "Holmes and the Ripper" stood out as being the first to feature Nicholas Briggs and Richard Earl as Holmes and Watson respectively. Now, of course, this team up have gone on to star in numerous stories and award-nominated box-sets since, so this step back in time to a period where this was all very new and very fresh is a strange one. And, while very unlike most of the other Holmes plays to follow, this is still an enjoyable listen, with an interesting plot, some well-developed characters and a great chemistry between the two lead actors.
By Joseph A. Morrison5 years ago in Criminal
Something Unusual
A Distant Siren sounded somewhere in the distance; my mind was fuzzy, like the morning mist which appeared from God only knows where. I felt like I’d been hit over the head with a bag of spanners, either that or I had a serious migraine. That’s Los Angeles for you anyways. I then heard the shrill ring of the office phone. I dragged myself out of my crumpled paradise of sleep and crawled towards my desk. Things weren’t going to get easier, that I was sure of.
By John Gordon5 years ago in Criminal
James Clifton, Murderer?
We have all been blamed for something we weren't guilty of doing, at least once in our life. In the best case, you were accused of eating someone’s yogurt, and in the worst case, you were accused of murder. Don’t get me wrong, being blamed for something small, like eating someone’s yogurt, when you are not guilty still isn’t a pleasant situation to be in. However, it comes with much smaller consequences than murder. At worst, you get a slap on the wrist and labeled a liar. Being accused of murder, on the other hand, may result in a much worse outcome. I have been accused of many things I haven't done in the past, like farting, because the actual culprit didn’t claim it. My declaration of innocence apparently automatically made me accountable for the fart. Between you and I, I claim my farts, ok. This time, I have been accused of something much worse than stealing yogurt or farting. I have been accused of murdering my girlfriend, but I am innocent. I am writing this in the hope that it changes how you perceive me.
By Sophie Poulin5 years ago in Criminal
Powder
At the southern border crossing between California and Mexico, a commercial car transport is moving through the check point. An officer of the border patrol approaches the vehicle. He asks the drier a few questions before indicating that the driver pull out of line for a routine inspection of the unit. The rig driver obviously frustrated complies and takes his vehicle to the designated area. Once there he is asked to exit the vehicle and accompany the officer inside a building along with his paperwork. Inside the building a series of questions again are directed at him before his photo is taken and copies made of his accompanying documentation. “What’s the meaning of all this?” he asks “I have been transporting goods across the border for thirteen years and never had to go through such a rigorous interview.” He continues. “I’m sorry Mr. Orwell, but we routinely do random checks on vehicles coming across the border and it’s normally event free. Why your vehicle was chosen today I cannot say but we should be done with you shortly. I do apologize for your inconvenience.” Replied the agent who continued to leaf through the paperwork. A Walkie-Talkie radio on the desk before them rang which the agent answered, “Jackson!” said he. “Hey we’re all finished out here!” the voice over the radio stated. “Ok copy that!” officer Jackson responded returning the radio to his desk. Smiling he turned to the driver, “that’s you Mr. Orwell, looks like we’re all done here. Come with me I’ll escort you back to your truck.” They both got out of their chairs and walked down the long pale hallway towards the exit. A series of photos lined the wall on one side and a water cooler sat against the opposite wall. The forest green commercial carpet led to the front door. Once outside they made their way to the parked tractor trailer, crossing a concrete pavement as they do. “Again I apologize for any inconvenience and thank you for your understanding.” Officer Jackson said as Mr. Orwell mounted the vehicle. “Drive safely” Jackson said as he left the driver to his business “yeah I’ll try” replied Orwell. As he sat in his seat and ignited the engine of his unit. The Peterbuilt slowly crawled out onto the highway and Orwell began putting it through its gears. He glanced in his rearview mirrors and saw the check point slowly drift into the distance, “sons of bitches” he uttered as he resumed his heading reaching for a half-eaten tortilla wrap he was snacking on. The iconic Guerros name running across the grease paper wrapper in parallel lines. Something about Mexican food had always appealed to him, maybe it was the experience he had as a child growing up living in Texas. His parents would cross the border to on select occasions take them, him and his sisters both older than himself, to beach side camping, mainly for holidays or weekends. They would sleep in the family van of make tents depending on the availability of sites to pitch the tent. When all else was impossible they would get a cheap motel and spend the nights there. He particularly didn’t like those nights. The days spent frolicking in the salt water at Rosa Rito or Ensenada, those were the best days of his childhood life. He made memories there that have stained his perception of what the good life is like, met people who have remained a staple of his social life to this very day. Some people from these memories are no longer in his life or even in this world, but, in those memories, those sunny days in Mexico they still smile as bright as they did the day they walked the beach. ‘How crazy are our memories better than any video tape. I almost can smell the barbecues and taste the salty ocean air, families enjoying a birthday or a public holiday’ he thought. Sighing heavily he reaches for a plastic cup and sips the iced beverage from the straw before returning the cup to the holder. “Those were the days.” He said, returning to his current reality. He checked his GPS and put on his aviator sunglasses. Taking his phone from the holder next to the one containing his drink cup, he dialed a number from the contact list. The music form his stereo cut as the ringing sound came over the audio system of the rig. The phone had hardly rang three times when a quick “hola” came over the speakers. “Eh, como estas?” using the little Spanish he knew Orwell replied. “What’s happening Gordo?” asked the voice on the line “I’m in California baby and I will be there within the coming week all things goes well!” “Ah que bueno! When you get here I will give you directions for the delivery, so let me know once you hit New England.” “Ok sounds good, save me some good beers. I haven’t had a good bender in over a week. Those guys in TJ were stuck on stupid for a minute and everybody was all tense. Was my worst trip yet!” “Yeah it gets like that sometimes you know! The best part of the business is always over here…. Ok I’ll let you get back to the road. Be safe! See you in a few days.” “Hey you guys do the same! Talk then. Ciao! Ciao! With that Orwell disconnected his call and begun searching for some road music on his radio. Lighting a cigarette he turned the volume up on the stereo and tapped his fingers to the beat as he got his mind back to the long journey before him. “East coast here I come!”
By Stieve Fernandez5 years ago in Criminal
Powder
“Son of a bitch!” a nondescript Chevy Malibu sits at a stoplight out in the Nevada territory. It has been on a long cross country path that had lasted the last four days. Inside, sits two occupants. One, a female who looks to be in her mid-twenties to early thirties. She is blond, with eyes a pale green. Her oversized prescription glasses denotes a design popularized in the 80s now a prominent expression of the feminist movement. She is clad in a yellow spaghetti strapped blouse with a smiley face of rainbow colours across the chest area. Her skimpy jeans shorts reveal long pale legs that end in petite shoeless feet sitting on the dash. Her companion, a Hispanic male early to mid-thirties wearing a blue fitted cap dark sunshades not unlike Ray Charles, black t-shirt and matching blue jeans. He is frantically tries to put out a joint he was smoking, which led to brushing embers and soot falling on his lap and the seat, much to his distress as the light in the turning lane just went green and the eminent approach of a cop car in said lane has him spooked. He seemed oblivious to the fact that the midnight tint on the windows makes it practically impossible for passersby to see what’s transpiring within the confines of the vehicle. “Chill out!” she told him “you’ll attract more attention the way your acting!” “Shut up nobody asked you!” he snapped at her as he continues brushing the remnants off his lap. The cop car went by, took a left and disappeared in the distance. “Wow! See how he looked at me?” he asked while looking around in his rear view mirrors as if someone was trailing him. “You do realize that he can’t see you right?” “Shut up! What do you know?” he again snapped at her. She hissed before taking a small Ziploc bag of coke from her bra. She scooped some of its contents into her fingernail before sticking the nail into her nostril and snorting hard, then repeating the whole process only this time alternating the nostril. “Give me some of that!” he demanded “The way your acting you ought not to have anything but bottled water!” she replied. “Fuck you! I’m straight. Pass it here before this dam light changes.” He’d barely finished speaking when the light indeed changed and he was forced to drive. As he drove he looked at her with disdain and lit the crumpled joint he’d been smoking earlier. “Puta mierda!” he quipped as he exhales the smoke. She ignored him and reached out to turn on the radio, he smacked her hand away and proceeded to change the station himself once he was satisfied with his selection he turned the volume to maximum and opened up his driver side window, ashed his joint and nodded his head to the beat of the song being played. She rolled the passenger side window down as well and stared out at the passing scenery. “I need to use the bathroom!” she said… his being in a world of his own coupled with the blaring music heard nothing of it. “I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM!” she yelled. He turned the volume down and looked at her, “What did you say about me?” he asked. “I gotta pee.” She replied calmly “O ok hold on.” he replied. They drove another few minutes before they arrived at an exit to a rest stop below. He took the exit and before long they were at a service station parking lot. “Grab me some cigarettes while you’re in there.” He told her as they parked. She reached in her bag took her purse out and asked “anything else?” “Let me hold that baggie.” He responded She reached in her bosom and retrieved the baggie which she tossed to him before exiting the car. He watched her swish her waist as she walked away from the car and kept his eye on her till she slipped behind the service center’s door. Then he opened the Ziploc baggie and began indulging in its contents. Inside the store his female companion roamed the isles looking for items they needed. Her arms slowly began to fill as she grabbed snacks and other nix knacks. As she arrived at the refrigerator she struggled to get the door open due to the plethora of items occupying her arms. Within a moment a young man came over to offer her some assistance… “Thanks a bunch, I always forget to grab a basket you know.” She said slightly embarrassed. He opened the door and asked “What exactly would you like?” “Just two Heinekens and a two Red Bulls, oh and a bottle of water.” “Hope you’re not drinking and driving now.” He said quizzing as he removed the items from the fridge “No my boyfriend is doing the driving so I’m good” “Well for a second I thought maybe I was lucky.” “Lucky?” she repeated looking at him “with what?” she questioned. “It’s not often a pretty little lady like yourself enters this place alone… get so used to seeing couples I for a moment thought you must have been sent for me.. Ha-ha ….” He explained before laughing “Well that’s quite an assumption! Isn’t it? Well at least I know why you offered to assist me … or was it to my rescue you came... Shining amour and all?” she smiled at him as she finished speaking and walked towards the counter. “I came, I guess to assist a customer, and if possible kill two birds with a single stone ... I haven’t had any opportunity to look into the eyes of a deity before now.” “How charming…your longue has a silver lining I see.do you guys sell blunt wraps?” “As a matter a fact we do. 420 friendly are we?” “Who isn’t these days?” She replied as she laid he items on the counter. The clerk was now making his way to his station and reaching for the wraps he asked “You’re not from out here are you? What’s that accent?” “Boston Massachusetts, east coast baby!” “Wow you’re a long way from home, I’m Derrick by the way.” “You don’t say I for sure thought that was your brother’s name on that shirt! Well nice to meet you Derrick. I’m Cathy.” “So what brings you all the way out here?” “My boyfriend has business to attend to in California.” “And you just tagging along?” “Yeah and its boring in Mass. you know!” “Never been but I take your word for it.” “Trust me you aren’t missing nothing.” “Well if you ever want to see Nevada, I’ve lived here my whole life know every nook and cranny… so.” “Wow you don’t waste no time do you Derrick inviting me out already are you. Best be careful my BF is rather crazy so it’s best if I get going before he gets curious.” “Oh my bad!” “No you ok, just don’t need any extra drama. Got enough as it is. You guys got a restroom in here?” “Yeah it’s just beyond that half wall first door on your left… well all the doors are on the left, but yeah the first one.” “Thank you I almost forgot I had to pee so badly.” “You didn’t say how many wraps.” “Three!” She smiled and moved swiftly towards the indicated direction. As she does she glanced out the glass at the front of the store and noticed a patrol car slowly pulling into the parking lot. “Oh shit!” she exclaimed before quickening her speed. Derrick packed all the items in two bags and awaited her return. It didn’t take long for her to come hastily back from the bathroom. “That’ll be forty eight dollars and sixty eight cents.” He told he as she approached the counter, she rummaged through her purse before giving him a fifty dollar note and suggesting he keep the change, grab her bags and made her way out the door. “Bye Derrick shouted as she slipped out of view. The patrol car was already at the exit of the parking lot awaiting its chance to rejoin the highway. She made her way towards the parked car and opened the door. A plume of smoke rushed outwards as she entered. “What took you so long?” asked her boyfriend “you could have got me busted!” “Me!” she asked surprised “Yeah you! You didn’t see the cops?” he asked her “The restroom does not have windows!” she replied sarcastically. “What would you have me do shit right by the front door?” “Next time just hurry up!” he said handing her the joint. “Roll the windows down and let some air through. I don’t know how you can even breathe in here like that.” She stated as she took the joint from him. Removing the beers she opened them up passing one to him as she does. “You might want to finish this before we hit the road!” she said as he takes the green bottle from her hand. She then reclined her seat slightly and put a leg up on the open door, relaxing as she enjoys the effects of the marijuana she smokes. “I got us three blunt wraps” she said as she passed the joint to her boyfriend. “That’s why I love you Catherine.” He said leaning over to offer her a kiss. They share a quick moment of passion before he emptied his beer and rolled the bottle away unto the parking lot. Then he started the engine and before long they were out on the road. Reaching into the bag to retrieve an energy drink Cathy noticed a piece of paper akin to the receipt slip. Her boyfriend keeping his attention to the road while talking on the phone notices not her discovery. She retrieves the paper and notices derrick had written his number on it. Smiling and slipped the paper into her purse.
By Stieve Fernandez5 years ago in Criminal
