A Walk in Darkness…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Once again, I refused. The war was still raging, I needed to be there to fight it. My pain grew. It felt as if my head would rip open at any moment. It fueled my determination to press through. “I’m not a sissy,” I told myself. Fellow soldiers rotated in and out. Some went onContinue reading “A Walk in Darkness…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Murder Business…new writing, the story goes on…unedited, incomplete…

Konan tried to sleep, but he tossed and turned all night. At 0158 he got out of bed and made him a cup of coffee. A soft drizzle of rain played on his tin roof. Elementary played on his television. His dreams kept him awake. Visions of war, of blood, of the screams of hisContinue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, the story goes on…unedited, incomplete…”

The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, incomplete…Is it coming together, or am I going nuts?

“You’ve overstayed your welcome, Cartwright. Time for you to leave.” Cartwright opened the door and disappeared into the night. Konan stood at the door and stared into the inky blackness. “After all this time, Cartwright shows up with a warning. I haven’t seen him since…” Somewhere in the Middle East, 2005: The bullets Konan firedContinue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, incomplete…Is it coming together, or am I going nuts?”

The Murder Business…new writing, unedited…

After the update, the detectives went back to work. At the end of the day, Konan walked to the bus stop. At a quarter past the hour the bus stopped. Konan got on and walked onto the bus. He sat in the back alone. Konan was almost home, and the promise of rest loomed onContinue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, unedited…”

The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, and incomplete…

Manson and Rankin arrived to the garage. The mechanics had the car lifted in the air, the tires removed, and was scanning the undercarriage. Manson walked up and nodded to the lead mechanic. “How’s it going,” she asked. “It’s going,” the mechanic said. She had grease on her face, hands and neck. “What have youContinue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, and incomplete…”

The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Konan and Lilly left his mobile home at 0730. Manson and Rankin headed to the garage to check on Alderman Winston’s vehicle, while their counterparts headed to the office to confront Tia Mathers. Lilly and Konan stepped off the elevator at 0800. They walked briskly to the evidence room and signed out the unfired cartridge,Continue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, and incomplete…

Cartwright. Konan hadn’t thought of him in a long time. When he left the group, he tried to forget everything and everyone associated with the clandestine organization. It was punishment enough to remember what he’d done. He had tried to avoid any remembrances of Cartwright and Billy. He really did. “You can’t escape your past.Continue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, and incomplete…”

The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

The next morning, Konan met Lilly at the police station. He was dressed in a black buttoned down shirt, a pair of khaki cargo pants, black Rockport shoes, and a Looney Tunes tie. Lilly looked at him and wrinkled up her nose. “Wow. What’s the special occasion?” “I have a name. Ric Terrace. Let’s runContinue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Murder Business…new writing, incomplete…unedited…

“Did you find anything,” Lilly asked as Konan drew near. He nodded. “Yeah. We need to find the blond-haired man Traylor told us about. I need to find Billy.” “Why?” “This is the second or third time we’ve heard about political consultants. Billy mentioned it. Traylor also brought it up. Now, Traylor is dead, WatkinsContinue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, incomplete…unedited…”

The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Lilly and Konan left Judge Traylor sitting at her table. They walked out to Konan’s truck. Lilly turned and looked at Konan, her eyes flashed as she opened her door. “What is wrong with you,” she asked. “What are you talking about?” “It was obvious that Traylor was emotional about the death of Watkins. DidContinue reading “The Murder Business…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”