#Val Rankin
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Additional content for AHDDS…unedited…
“That woman’s trouble Bray. You need to leave her alone,” Sara snapped. Bray has lost his mind over this woman. He’ll bring the entire house of cards down if he’s not careful. “Shut up, Sara. If I want to hear your lip, I’ll scrape it from my zipper. Tasha’s mine. She may have left, but… Continue reading
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A new but untitled mystery starring Val Rankin and Manson…unedited…
The screams of Tara A. Nikita echoed off the walls of the abandoned warehouses that stood around her. “No one can hear you,” the masked figure said to her. “You’re all alone here. Well, except for me of course.” “Who are you? Why do this to me?” “Because you’re not a nice person, Tara. People… Continue reading
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A small portion of the reconstruction of AHDDS…unedited…
On Friday, Rankin, Manson, along with Konan, Lilly, Wiggins, and Janko went out to the compound to visit the leadership of the cult. Jacob ‘Tater’ Smith picked up the radio and called the office from his post in the central tower. “We have three patrol cars out front,” he transmitted. “Roger,” Bray replied. “Stay visible,… Continue reading
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AHDDS…the reconstruction continues…a small portion of today’s writing…40,000 words written of 100,000 word goal…unedited…
“Chief, Manson and I’ve worked out a few things, and thought we’d run by you three. As you know, The Congregation of The Chosen, our new cult is growing, and they’re buying up arms and ammunition like it’s going out of style.” Konan frowned and asked, “What type of weaponry and ammo?” “A source told… Continue reading
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The reconstruction continues…A Hot Day Down South…unedited…
We’re finally getting somewhere now, Konan thought as he drove through the quiet streets. We now know the weapon used to mark the victims is a double-edged fleshing knife. Konan pulled his phone out and called Lilly. “Hey,” she said. “Where are you?” “I’m headed out to Donne’s Funeral Home to make arrangements for Amber.” “That’s… Continue reading
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A small portion A Hot Day Down South…Mom Of The Year…unedited…
Daisy learns failed opportunities make horrible memories. No amount of tears can thwart the touch of Death. Continue reading
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A Hot Day Down South…the conclusion to Reports, Rapists, and Trailer Parks…unedited…
While Konan and Lilly made their way back to the precinct with Waterson in tow, Tomas and Wiggins went to visit Billy Crumpet. According to his file, his residence was in the center of town near Saddle ‘Em Saloon. Tomas and Wiggins parked at the courthouse and walked to Crumpet’s address. Tomas walked up the… Continue reading
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A Hot Day Down South…the reconstruction goes on…unedited…
The 1-7 Precinct, home of the 117th, sat on the corner of First Street and Main. The building, a bricked monstrosity, had a plethora of concrete steps that led to a landing and the front entrance. Inside, the first floor housed Administration, Booking, Robbery, and a small gang task force. The basement held the armory,… Continue reading
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A Hot Day Down South…the reconstruction continues…unedited…incomplete…
“Mayor Smith, former Detective Sergeant Thermopolis Konan has arrived per your request.” “Send him in, Abbie. Thank you.” Abbie turned the knob and shoved the door open. Konan walked into the expansive room and looked around. It was exquisitely furnished with antique furniture and lamps. Smith’s desk, a beautiful cherry piece, hailed from the 1800s.… Continue reading
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The reconstructing/rewriting of A Hot Day Down South continues…unedited…
Lilly watched as Konan walked toward the car that brought him to the scene. She nodded to the officer when he looked her way, as if to ask permission to take Konan home. She nodded for him to take Konan home, and she walked to her car. At home, Konan tried to get the young… 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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