Murder Mystery
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Clubber…a fresh snippet of the work in progress…unedited, incomplete…
Tammy walked over, bag in hand, with Lilly right behind her. “Preliminary cause of death,” Tammy began, “was blunt force trauma to the head. I’ll do the usual work up, and see what other surprises await. Give me a couple of days, and I’ll have something for you.” With a nod to Katlyn, Lilly and… Continue reading
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Clubber…fresh writing, straight from the desk of Jayce Wellspring…unedited, incomplete…
Konan studied his new partner, his eyes taking in the woman known as Detective Katlyn Prescott. She stood a flat-footed 5’8 and in heels she stood near 6’0. Her red hair, styled in a pixie cut, meshed well with her blue-grey eyes. Katlyn was toned, at least from what Konan could observe, and she carried… Continue reading
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Clubber…new writing, unedited, incomplete…
Detective Katlyn ‘Razor’ Prescott laced and unlaced her fingers outside the maintenance shop, and she kept shoving her left sleeve up to check the time. She let out an exasperated sigh and watched the crime scene personnel fingerprint the doorway. Where is he? She muttered under her breath. Tammy Bowen, Medical Examiner for Fredericksburg, smiled… Continue reading
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Clubber…A Thermopolis Konan and Dr. Katlyn Prescott Mystery…The beginning…unedited…
The screams of Tara A. Nikita echoed off the walls of the abandoned workshop that housed her. “No one can hear you,” a masked figure said to her. “You’re all alone here. Well, except for me of course.” “Who are you? Why do this to me?” Tara sobbed, frantically trying to get out of the… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…another rewritten portion…unedited, incomplete….
Abraham Winston sat on a bench next to the street corner and fidgeted with his hands. In a fit of anxiousness, he rubbed them together, oftentimes in such rapidity as to create enough friction that he could shock unsuspecting strangers. People often stopped and spoke to him. On occasion, he would mutter a word or… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…the rewrite continues…unedited and incomplete…
Konan looked out over the hollow, the moonlight glinted off the dew-touched leaves, the rays of the moon drifted lazily through the canopy of trees that surrounded the crime scene. Konan sighed a heavy sigh that hinted at pain hidden deep within him. Lilly leaned against him, resting her head upon his broad shoulders.“Where did… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…The rewrite continues…unedited/incomplete…
Friends until the end. Continue reading
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The Murder Business…rewrite continues, unedited, incomplete…
Baghdad, 2004:Members of Convoy Alpha gathered around the Humvee as Alpha Leader jumped on the hood and said, “Listen up yahoos. Add wild dogs to our list of threats. When dismounted, keep your eyes open.” Konan scoffed and rolled his eyes. His gunner, Samantha Redd, Red Sammi to her friends, laughed and elbowed her truck… Continue reading
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The rewrite continues…The Murder Business…unedited/incomplete…
The locals described County Road 171 as a goat trail that led to the deepest part of the woods. No streetlights broke up the darkness. Massive hills dotted the landscape, large boulders jutted upwards all around the area. The flash of blue and red lights indicated that Lilly and Konan were in the right spot.A… Continue reading
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The Murder Business…The beginning of the rewrite…unedited…
The abandoned warehouses stood as a silent witness, along with the full moon that hung precariously in the sky, as two black Chevrolet pickups pulled into an overgrown parking lot. Fifteen minutes ticked by before another black Tahoe joined them. Tia Mathers, Chief of Police for the town of Fredericksburg, stepped out. Mayor Tim Smith… Continue reading
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I’m a retired soldier. Writer and full – time coffee addict. I was born and raised in Mississippi, and I joined the Army at 28 for a life of adventure and travel. Interests include: Reading, walking my two pups, Casanova and Chunk, spending time with my wife Chassidy, and trying to pen the next great American novel. I am on Instagram under Freeman’s Front Porch Musings. I sometimes do Twitter under LarryF7371.
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