Death Carries A Hammer…the story so far, unedited and incomplete…

The hammer made a thunk, thunk, thunk, as it was dragged across the floor of the mobile home. Bright red blood stained the linoleum.  Charlie Whitlock watched as the killer walked toward him. He sobbed. “I don’t have it, man. I don’t…” The hammer crashed into his head, and his world went black. Thermopolis Konan sat in hisContinue reading “Death Carries A Hammer…the story so far, unedited and incomplete…”

Hypocrite…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Lilly waited for me by the car. Her arms were crossed, her body language screamed tense. I walked past her and got into the driver’s seat. She sat down in the passenger seat and stared out the window.  I started the car and backed up. Lilly looked at me when we entered the town limits.Continue reading “Hypocrite…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

Hypocrite…new writing…unedited…

Then, I walked away. It was the last time I would see my father. He died two days after my visit.  According to the warden, Mad Michael passed away in front of the window. A small smile was on his face, as if Death had told him a joke before he removed him from theContinue reading “Hypocrite…new writing…unedited…”

Hypocrite…more story…unedited/incomplete…

Come to find out, that’s not all there is to it. Trauma is not something that you can escape by acknowledging it. Still, Lilly had taken the first step and that was to seek help for her situation.  While Lilly unburdened her heart with Dr. Walker, I caught up on the paperwork. Given the latenessContinue reading “Hypocrite…more story…unedited/incomplete…”

Hypocrite…new writing…unedited…incomplete…

At 1100 hours, Konan and Lilly drove from his mobile home to the Fredericksburg Country Club, or FCC as it’s known to the locals. A couple of men, one black and one Hispanic, manned the booth outside of the club. Konan pulled up and flashed his badge at them. The black man leaned over andContinue reading “Hypocrite…new writing…unedited…incomplete…”

Hypocrite…a new writing…unedited…

Konan watched as Janko walked down the hallway. Chief Arlo Janko, AJ to his friends, was not a small man, yet, he moved with an undeniable grace that was uncommon with large men. His gracefulness did not hide the strength of the man. He was a walking, talking tower of power, and he was notContinue reading “Hypocrite…a new writing…unedited…”

Hypocrite…a continuation…unedited and incomplete…

I walked into the room and slammed the door. Maxwell stared at me, as I drew close to the table, I slammed my hand down on it. Maxwell leaned back, his eyes large in surprise. “You lied to me, Maxwell. Why did you lie,” I yelled. “I didn’t lie, detective.” “Yeah, you did. You saidContinue reading “Hypocrite…a continuation…unedited and incomplete…”

Hypocrite…Thanksgiving writing…unedited…

Konan stared at the phone. “It’s work. Something else has happened, as if there’s not enough stress generated by the murder of Wilson Figueroa.” He picked up his phone and checked the number. It was Lilly. Konan pressed the green button. “Yeah?” “You’re up. I was afraid I woke you.” “No, been up since 0300.” “You wantContinue reading “Hypocrite…Thanksgiving writing…unedited…”

Hypocrite…new writing, unedited…

The end of the day came quickly after Konan and Lilly had made their second trip to the compound. Upon arrival, they had requested a warrant to ask questions of Maxwell and Maximillian, plus all the staff housed at their grounds. The judge was not in and would not receive their request until the followingContinue reading “Hypocrite…new writing, unedited…”

Hypocrite…new writing…unedited…incomplete…

Konan stood and followed Amy into the back room where the printer was located. She printed off a copy of her list of known associates linked to Wilson Figueroa. Amy nodded at Lilly who sat with her arms crossed, her eyes firmly affixed to the wall.  “Is there trouble in paradise?” “Yeah, things are complicatedContinue reading “Hypocrite…new writing…unedited…incomplete…”