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…”
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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, incomplete…
I found Lilly fuming in the parking garage. She glared at me from across the lot, I sighed. It had not been my intention to upset my partner. I headed toward her. She climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door so hard, I thought she tore it off. At a minimum, I figuredContinue reading “Hypocrite…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”
Hypocrite…new writing, unedited/incomplete…
Chuck Lambrusco lived on the corner of Walnut and Cedar Street, in a small green house that was built shortly after the Civil War. Chuck was not from Fredericksburg, he’d spent several years in various prisons for burglary, bank robbery, assault and slew of other crimes. He had no friends to speak of, but aContinue 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…
Maximillian Heatherton, attorney and now murderer, lived in the richest part of Fredericksburg. The locals knew it as The Yards. Maximillian had built a home on the largest lot in the center of the neighborhood. Lilly pulled the vehicle into the circular drive. “Do you get the feeling Maximillian was overcompensating for some reason orContinue reading “Hypocrite…new writing, unedited…”
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…”
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