December 5, 2022
Tag: #detective
November 30, 2022
Chapter Fourteen
Lucinda paced the room, from stone wall to stone wall, periodically peering through the wavy glass covering the narrow windows, her footsteps muffled by the wall to wall Persian rug. Hearing the lower door slam and the sound of someone running up the stone stairs she moved to stand in the centre of the room, face expressionless, shoulders back, the energy around her crackled with anticipation.
November 29, 2022
Chapter Thirteen
Seated in the back booth at Mulligans Tavern and Grill, surrounded by the low hum of conversation and mellow 80’s rock coming from the speakers, the mouth-watering scent of hot wings and fries in the air and drinks on the table.
November 28, 2022
Chapter Twelve
The good news is that Mrs. Miller will be okay, antibiotics for the infection, rehydration and rest. They are concerned about her mental state, she’s been talking about shadows and demons cutting off her hand. And I can’t tell them she’s probably right.
November 21, 2022
Chapter Nine
Running through the long white hallway, dodging people and equipment, spotting Rose sitting outside a room. “What happened, how is she?” panting slightly, “where’s the doctor?” “She’ll be fine, they weren’t intending to kill her.
November 17, 2022
Chapter Eight
“We? Let’s discuss ‘we’ later. You haven’t told us what The Heritage, I mean Heritage is, why are you involved and what did you mean about my visions.”
November 16, 2022
Chapter Seven
And I don’t know what to freak out about, you screaming at shadows with teeth that aren’t there, a kid chewing a finger, oh a dismembered finger, or hands without bodies. Oh! I know, how about an envelope full of hair and teeth. That’s probably enough spooky stuff to start with.
November 15, 2022
Chapter Six
Rattling the keys and moving to the back of the house, “let’s get this done, I’ll check out the suite, yell if you find anything.” The basement suite was accessed from outside, stepping out of the back door and looking around the lights from the kitchen showed a narrow path along the side of the house, leading to the back yard. A quick look revealed a snow-covered space, a dilapidated shed against the back fence, a rope swing hanging from a tree branch.
November 10, 2022
Chapter Four
Hanging up the phone and throwing some bills on the table “We gotta get back, there’s been another tip about something over at the equestrian centre, might be nothing but still gotta check it out, and the bite reports been leaked. Calls from media coming into the station asking for corroboration, they know about the three sets of marks, and that one is likely a child. Damn it!”
November 8, 2022
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