The Missing…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Hank Calder III walked down the street of Fredericksburg from his meeting with Jacob. He smiled at everyone he passed, often waving to people he did not know. As far as he was concerned, the world was not a nice place. The planet was run by people who though the height of society was those who had money. Thus, the earth was filled with jerks. He wished there were more nice people in the world. For this reason, his work was vital. Hank thought of Jacob and the next phase of his plan. Everything was coming together, in fact, things had gone so well that he would be able to move up his timetable even earlier than he hoped.

Mary came to in the dark. The drip, drip, drip of the water was somehow soothing to her. It wasn’t the water that had woken her, it was the rattle of the key in the door. The door swung open and for a moment she felt the elation of hope.

Then, it was over.


Konan scheduled to see the bodies of the victims the following day with Tammy Bowen. There was nothing more he could do at the scene. It would take time for forensics to draw any conclusions. Given the condition of this body, there would be minimal evidence gathered.

“It’s a Petri dish of animal saliva. Maybe they can find something useful. Maybe.”

Konan walked up the dirt road to his truck. There was too much to be done, and too little time to do it. He was new to the ‘consultant detective’ business, but he was well-acquainted with the murder business. If the rest of the bodies were displayed in such grotesque manner, the troubles were just beginning.

Chief Janko and Detective Tomas watched as Konan walked away.

“He doesn’t say a whole lot, does he Chief?”

“Konan? No. The man is half bloodhound I swear. If anyone can sniff out trouble, it’s him.”

“So, why fire him?”

“He made enemies with the wrong people…”


“He made enemies with people who should have been his friends. Tia Mathers was wrong for what she had done, but she was popular with many elected officials in town. He bagged Tia; her friends buried Konan. They made it impossible for him to stay.”

Mary had never ridden in the back of a truck before. This was her first time. The bright sunlight filtered through the tree branches in a kaleidoscope of colors. She had spent the bulk of her life sheltered by over-protective parents.

“Don’t do this, Mary. Don’t hangout with those thugs, Mary.” On and on it had went. University had set her free from the oppressive demands of her folks. Now, she was free to live life the way she wanted.

Except now, she was trussed up like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day and was transported to what may be her final destination. She yearned for the oppressive yoke of her parents.

Published by frontporchmusings694846020

I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox. I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs).

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