The Rainy Ripper….a scrubbed portion…

“Have you found anything, Lilly?” “Yeah, check this out.” She handed a slip of paper to him. Konan put his glasses on and read it.  “Well, how about that?”   “Wanna go see what Rasheed has to say now?” “Yep. Let’s ride.” The sun had shined briefly after the rain ceased. Between the wet asphalt... Continue Reading →

The Rainy Ripper…scrubbing continues…

Jim Watson, father of Kylie and Jayce, husband of Tamara, sat outside of his home working on a lawnmower. He looked up when Konan and Lilly walked up. He wiped his hands on a red, greasy rag.    “Can I help you, folk?” “Yes, sir. I’m Detective Sergeant Lilly Thompson, this is Detective Thermopolis Konan. We... Continue Reading →

The Rainy Ripper…the scrubbing continues…

Lilly whipped the car into the motorpool and jammed the brakes. Konan released the breath he had held since the near collision with the old lady. “You didn’t answer me. Are you religious?” “Yes.” “How can you believe in God, when you see what we see day in and day out?” “How can you not?”... Continue Reading →

The Rainy Ripper…a semi-scrubbed opening…

“Rain. Why not? I have always wanted to investigate a murder in the middle of a freaking hurricane.” Thermopolis Konan lifted his collar to shield his neck from the deluge. His ride should have been here ten minutes ago. “It’s always the same crap; make the new guy wait.” An unmarked Crown Vic pulled up next to... Continue Reading →

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