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CHAPTER EIGHT ('ish)
Chap 8 - Pt 1 (BUT THEN TWO HOURS THERE BEFORE...) The ride out to the Lightninged Tree—as Richard preferred to call it—took a little more than fifteen minutes. The road was ragged by all appearances, rough in places where the potholes were deep; but most of the potholes were off on the sides of the road, enabling Sonia to make better time than Nigel would’ve thought possible in an automobile. He could see her smile when she caught him looking at the speedometer.
By ben woestenburg5 years ago in Criminal
Repudiate
It wouldn’t be enough to repudiate the rumours, Danielle thought. She’d have to expunge the idea from the get-go, otherwise it would follow her around forever, with someone questioning the validity of the statement. People seemed to always believe the worst and a hint of was as damaging as the reality. Unless you were a movie star, then there was pretty much no such thing as ‘bad publicity’.
By Phyllis Holt5 years ago in Criminal
Just Let Me Die Here (A Serialized Novel) 9
Tucker and Millie are both still asleep and I try not to wake them putting on my sweatpants, boots, and jacket to step outside. I stand on our balcony taking it all in. The vertical rock towers in front of me are set aglow with the pink of the rising sun. The light scent of smoke from a nearby chimney wafts through the crisp air. This is where I’m meant to be. I am completely at home. But before I can enjoy the moment any further, I am called inside by my child’s waking cries.
By Megan Clancy5 years ago in Criminal
Path Divided
The weather had been beautifully warm for several days, in fact unseasonably warm, which, while welcome, hinted at a long hot summer to come. After basking in undulating warmth, the kind that meant a sweater wasn’t required and a welcome reprieve after a long winter that hadn’t been harsh with minimal snow and even less rain, it was still a relief! And wouldn’t you know it, just when you were getting used to it, you woke up to misty skies and cool temperatures that had you reaching for the warmest sweater in your wardrobe!
By Phyllis Holt5 years ago in Criminal
Detective Davis
Detective Davis The case of the Missing Keys Detective Davis hangs up the phone. A fire flashes across the man's face and his back straightens. Detective Davis; a private detective with the most diverse reviews and the most outstanding results. The truth behind Detective Davis is simple. Three years ago, the then 23-year-old detective made headlines for his first case. Solving the mystery of the cartel evidence quickly made Detective Davis incredibly famous. Talk about an introduction, Detective Davis proves smarter than the police, the government, and CIA personnel. A detective who specialized in locating evidence for the prestigious John F. Barrett quickly was elevated to best in the business. At 23 Detective Davis working under John F. Barrett, took a misplaced block of wood, and was able to trace this mysterious object to its original location. He made his way to headquarters of the largest and most devious criminal cartel. All the police, government, and CIA personnel working on the case were put to shame by Detective Davis. Solving this case made him so popular that he had to immediately become a recluse to continue working on his career. John F. Barrett being responsible for Detective Davis’s clearance to solve the cartel mystery went ahead and became a handler or assistant to the young detective. Together they could work in anonymity to help the world solve important cases and mysteries. It has been three years since that case and the name Detective Davis has become a whisper. Many articles and information had been released (true believers suspect by John F. Barrett himself) selling Detective Davis to the public as a myth or legend loosely based on the exaggerated accomplishments of detective John Barrett. To most folks when they hear of Detective Davis, they think of him like Santa Clause, a make-believe hero, one you would never see in the flesh.
By Elijah Davis5 years ago in Criminal
Culling
"Okay, watch!" A younger Japanese man wearing a blue dress suit scrolled through his phone violently as another one with a heavy scowl weighing down on his face looking over his shoulder. "Okay, here!" The Japanese man showed the other man his phone, a picture of a man with a really large forehead on the phone.
By CynicalPepper5 years ago in Criminal
Wishes
Mr. Eckert came into the diner each morning at exactly 6:30, sat in the booth closest to the kitchen, and by 6:40 had finished his first cup of coffee and patted Meg on the butt twice. By 6:45 each day, Meg would have told him to knock it off. Some days politely. This Monday morning, she was less than polite.
By Melody Hoag5 years ago in Criminal
