Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Hank and Tessa Fredericks watched as Konan and Lilly approached. At the apex of the case, the media had camped out on the Frederick’s lawn. Now, the media hype had vanished as soon as little Ana Marie’s body was discovered. Hank waved them on into the house. Lilly walked in first, Konan trailed behind her.Continue reading “Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

“Konan, slow down. Have you considered that maybe a lone individual killed Ana Marie? That maybe it was a fluke, or just some random kill?” Konan sat down and shrugged. Lilly could see that her remark may have been a bit harsh. Still, none of the evidence proved his theory.’ “All I’m saying is…” “No,Continue reading “Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Recluse…the finished product, unedited but complete…

Off the road, nestled behind pine and oak trees, was a small cabin. A wrought iron fence blocked the entrance to the drive. People would pass by and slow down to look.  ‘Maybe he’s out today,’ seemed to be the consensus of everyone in town. A sign hung from the gate, its message was clear:Continue reading “The Recluse…the finished product, unedited but complete…”

The Recluse…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

YEAH, I BELIEVE IN MONSTERS. I LIVE WITH A COUPLE OF THEM. THEY WEAR HUMAN FACES AND REEK OF EVIL- BELLE. Jocko was growing impatient. He conned Wilma into marrying him by offering the best of his stock. Hidden behind the vulgar tattoos that adorned his flesh, and the dead eyes, he possessed a brilliantContinue reading “The Recluse…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

Aftermath…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

At 0900 the following morning, Lilly and Konan walked into the office of Judge Traylor. A pretty, well-dressed woman sat behind a expensive looking desk. Her black hair hung below her shoulders, her grey eyes took them in as they approached. She gave them a professional smile that lacked warmth. “Good morning. How may IContinue reading “Aftermath…new writing, unedited and incomplete…”

Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Loxie Brown sat at the table. He smirked when Konan and Lilly walked into the room. His lawyer, Tessa Ransom sat beside him. Tessa was a public defender not long graduated from Ole Miss. She did not appear to be comfortable around her client. “Times, they are a-changing,” Loxie said as the detectives sat atContinue reading “Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Michael and Konan glared at each other. Lilly glanced around the room. “ What am I going to do if they tear into each other? I could use a chair as a weapon, I suppose.” There was no back down in either men. “Gentlemen could you both chill,” Lilly asked. “Michael, do you know ofContinue reading “Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…”

The Recluse…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

Wilma and Jocko watched as Belle walked home from school. Neither were riding a new high. Their eyes were clear, not a sign of haze was in either pair of eyes. Wilma’s eyes were sad, but Jocko looked dangerous. Like he had decided to take what he had been craving, Belle thought.  “Hey, momma.” “Hey sugar bear.Continue reading “The Recluse…new writing, unedited and incomplete…”

Dad’s shop…a few thoughts…

My buddy George and I took a break from writing the last couple of days. Well, I wrote less. George the Goodwill Monkey has kept me company when I sit down to visit the lands of my imagination. My absence probably caused him to fret some.  “Where have you been,” he would probably ask. IF,Continue reading “Dad’s shop…a few thoughts…”

Aftermath…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

“Wait, Konan. I’m sorry, truly. You’ve told me some of what you did in the military, and I know your father is a mass murderer. I guess I got frightened when you ended Blankenship.”“I understand, Lilly. We’ve got another murderer to catch now. We will handle it by the book. Find ‘em, catch ‘em, bookContinue reading “Aftermath…new writing, unedited and incomplete…”