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Time Ripper
"If you are reading this I have gone too far. This has been the biggest tragedy that I could ever imagine. I have become a cold case that will never be solved. It shouldn't be if I can help it." My apartment felt strange this evening. The warm sunset was beaming in the bay window. The warmth on my neck was new after the franticly drastic hair cut from the morning. The day became a week then back to the beginning of today and I am still trying to focus on it. Running all morning. Pain in my mind from all of the looping. Strain in my heart from the deaths I have caused. "The autopsy of the child's body will begin today." The tv whispers in the other room as Gina reads from the small black book she found on top of the huge bag filled with hundreds.
Alexsandra BarentinePublished 3 years ago in CriminalSo, What Happened Was...
Charlotte asked, “What do you think of this?” She did a half-jump toward Quinn. Quinn regarded Charlotte’s derby dress and hat with admiration. “You are a knockout, and I believe you are a worthy competitor for the ‘Run for the Roses’ award”
Eileen KosPublished 3 years ago in CriminalI'm in the Book
It was a rainy night in Los Angeles. I was working late in my office. An empty whiskey bottle sat on the desk, a pile of crumpled cigarette butts in the ashtray. I don’t smoke, or drink for that matter; they’re just there for looks. In my line of work, that look makes clients think I’m the kind of guy who can do what they need done. It so happens that clients, or the lack of them, was what I was thinking about when the door swung open.
Keith GretterPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Night Shift
“Welcome to All-Night-Con, we’re happy to serve you!” Mel sang, baring all her teeth. The customer with “yesterday” penned under his eye and a shirt that read “don’t talk to me” stared back.
Emily BennettPublished 3 years ago in CriminalRoad To Disaster
Here I am. How did I get here? Let me take y’all back to yesterday. It was a Thursday my fiancé wakes me up.”Baby I want to take a road trip”, he says. Me, “Babe seriously why you waking me up on one, where you trying to go?”. Him, “I don’t know let’s just go”. I say ok let me get dressed then. I pack a couple outfits in a bag. He gets his things in his bag. We get dressed and we go. We in his 83’ impala with rims on it. We hear someone beep and say nice car several times as we are riding and we just say thank you and smile. We have been riding for 6 hours now and decide to take a break in this small town because it was getting dark. We book a room at the only hotel it seemed had rooms available. We get settled down in the room and as I am about to put our bags in the closet I notice a black duffel bag. Me, “Is this yours babe”? Him, “No whats in it”? I go to unzip the bag and there are bundles of money in it that looks about 20,000 dollars and a black book on top. Me” babe I think we just came across some nonsense ” , with a mad look on my face. Him, “What you mean”? He comes over I look at him he looks at me and he gets this huge smile on his face. Me, “ I know what you are thinking, no is my answer”. Him, “But babe, we can just leave with it and nobody will know”. Me, “ Yeah!! Nobody but everyone that seen us here with your loud car”! Him,” Ok well let’s just see what’s in the book”. I say ok and we open the book and begin reading. We can not believe our eyes at this point. The book is someone’s diary who appears to be a killer. It was a lady at that. She wrote in her diary about several people she had killed and took there money. Me and my fiancé are going back and fourth about rather we should keep the money or not. We decided that we will just leave it there and leave in the morning. We get ready for bed and go straight to sleep because we are tired. I get wake up in the morning to that crazy love from my fiancé. It was like the sex scene in twilight breaking dawn part 1 the movie. We finish and we are just laying there talking. Next thing we know, there’s a knock at the door. Thinking it’s room service we say” just come back later”. But they continue to knock. Then, “ BOOM”!! A lady kicks the door open. Me and my fiancé are get on the ground and under the bed. She just walks in and says,“ You should have just answered the door stupids”. The lady was armed like she was in the army or something. She goes to the closet grabs the bag and leaves. At this point me and my fiancé are in shock and scared to move but we get up anyways. Him, “ Babe you ok?” Me, “Yeah babe let’s get our things and bounce.” We get our things and I notice my fiancé put something in is pocket. Me,” Babe what’s that?” Him,” Huh” with a stupid look on his face. Me,” What the in the world you got in your pocket.” Him,”I messed up.” He pulls it out and it’s one of the bundles from the bag. I just shake my head and tell him,” You gonna get us killed.” We get our things back in the car and get in to leave. “POW POW POW POW”!! Bullets start flying we hurry up and pull off. Babe ask me if I’m ok,I say I think so, then I look at my arm. Me,”Babe I’m bleeding!”
Mechanic LuvPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Message In The Middle Of The Little Black Book
Sasha? Sasha, please, if you’re there, please pick up the phone. I know we haven’t spoken in years, but… please, please, just pick up the phone.
Lindsey LeighPublished 3 years ago in CriminalHoward's Secret
Roy rubbed two nickels together in his pocket and leaned back against the front wheel well of Dan Cresswell’s blue Plymouth convertible. He wore a red cardigan sweater from Boise High School and jeans because jeans didn’t show the dirt. He glanced over at Dan, who was fulfilling his role as the entertainer for their dates while Roy mulled over his strategy.
JOHN MOSMANPublished 3 years ago in CriminalWorth my Life
Worth my Life Worth her life What is more worth than money? Silence. The detective is seated in front of me, skeptical. He doesn’t believe that it is as simple as it is: ‘’I found this black notebook at this regular coffee shop I go to everyday.’’ He fills my cup of water and tell me that this woman, the owner of this notebook, could clearly be in danger. ‘’I mean, you red it too, you have nothing to lose to tell me everything’’. I honor his stubbornness by repeating myself again. Lucky for him, I am very patient: ‘’ I was seated next to her, she stood up and left. I noticed the notebook, looked pretty used and old. I grabbed it and shout at her but she ignored me and left. So here I was, stuck with it’’. He asks me why I use the term ‘’stuck’’ and then says again that I have nothing to lose. Irritated and flattered to be deserving this classical phrase a second time, I tell him about my living dream life: ‘’ I am homeless as you know. For fifteen years. People walking by you, not even noticing. Thinking that if you are too thirsty, you’ll always have your own piss to count on. I mean, I am the victim here!’’ The detective stands up and walks in circle, preoccupied. After few minutes, he sits again and says: ‘’ We all have our piss to count on. The nuance here is that some people have much more choices than you before having to count on their piss. What I see here is a man tired of feeling helpless. I understand, you wouldn’t give easily a life changing day like this.’’ I look at my cup and show that it is empty. ‘’You wouldn’t want me to piss in it, right?’’ He rolls his eyes and asks for water. I know what he wants. He won’t get it. We both feel the tension and we know it. Some other agent comes in with the water. I don’t even look at him as he fills our cups. The detective whispers something in his ear while looking at me. He leaves the room and as he comes back, the detective says: ‘’We’ll get to the bottom of this.’’ He shows me the notebook before opening it. Concentrated as he looks, I am surprisingly not scared. After few minutes, he closes it. He tells me how curious it is and asks me to write something on a paper he hands me. I laugh at the situation as he stays serious. He can’t rely on this. This woman was in trouble when she wrote that and I am perfectly calm. I give him back his paper with my writing. He smiles as he reads it: ‘’Can I have some water?’’ He looks at me, a look I can’t describe. He doesn’t move at all while fixing me. ‘’Did you know that some kinds of fishes can change their genitals just to manipulate their surroundings? I mean, fishes! Clearly, you are smarter than a fish and I have this feeling I can’t ignore.’’ I accuse him of thinking I am lying about being homeless. ‘’See? You up the game. The most valuable thing you can wish for is money. Now, you get this very graphic notebook with horrible things this woman wrote. Things clearly awaiting her, asking for help and you didn’t move at all. If it wasn’t for the waitress who taught it was weird seeing those drawings, you wouldn’t be here.’’ I begin to suspect that I was followed but I don’t show it. They won’t get me and if they do, I won’t be the only one. ‘’ Either you are yourself in danger or… As I said, money is at the end, precisely twenty thousands dollars, right?’’ I tell him that I can leave if they have nothing on me. ‘’ I mean, look at this! It can be someone writing and drawing in this with drugs in the system. I don’t know. You think I would be this apathic guy who would leave a poor woman in danger for some money.’’ He replies fast: ‘’ Or for your life.’’ He thanks me for my time and let me leave the police establishment. The first thing I do is find a place to take a piss and start to walk nowhere in particular.
Cristina GarantPublished 3 years ago in CriminalTippy-Toe Joe
The brilliance of Tippy-Toe Joe was that he could execute a secret mission quite effortlessly, even though he was inept at utilizing his own talent. This appears to be a contradictory description, and without any basis in logic. But Tippy-Toe Joe possessed a skill that very few people were ever blessed with:
Nicholas PappasPublished 3 years ago in CriminalFor A Life
Bullets whiz past my head. Someone next to me falls. I don’t have time to see if they’re alive or dead. All around me are screams. Living, dying, it doesn’t matter. I smell fire, sweat, and iron. Ahead, mechanized soldiers with their impenetrable armor lurch forward, bladed arms swinging wildly.
An Assumption of Risk
Ella became acutely aware of the rising heat in her body as the shock subsided and panic settled in; The life she had come to love had vanished overnight.
Rachael SurlesPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Contractor
Only an amateur would stick around the scene after finishing the job. I should know after being in this career--if you could call it that--for almost two decades.
Chad VerzosaPublished 3 years ago in Criminal