It’s easier than you may imagine to locate and pick up a prostitute. In the digital age, so many services have been expedited, convenience the ruling principle, and the same can be said about the world’s oldest profession. Continue reading “Imitates Art (Pt. 6)”
I wake up.
I shoot forward in bed, throwing my blankets to the floor. I’m coated in a thick layer of sweat, my clothes clinging to my body like an unwanted layer of skin. I squint as a thin film of sunlight leaks through my blinds. It’s morning. I gasp and slap my own body, making sure I’m real and in one piece. Continue reading “Ice Cream and Debauchery (Pt. 7)”
My alarm rings. I wake up.
It’s Wednesday. It’s time for Murderers Anonymous. Continue reading “Murderers Anonymous (Pt. 7)”
That night the citizens of Rowley began realizing that something was wrong. Although many of them were skeptics and tended to cast issues off as non-problems, they couldn’t deny the creeping feelings of doubt, suspicion, fear, and hatred welling up inside them. Continue reading “Harbinger (Pt. 9)”
I park in my normal spot at the hospital and walk the short distance to visitor parking. I scan the area for Robin and I see her walking between two cars. She stops, looking around quickly, before kneeling and doing something to one of the vehicle’s tire. I hear a hissing sound whiz through the night as I head in her direction. Continue reading “Terminal (Pt. 7)”
Kapper is a son of a bitch, Jacob Walters thinks as he opens the door to his home. The bastard had granted Edleman’s plea for a two day recess to assess the potential validity of the new witnesses’ statements.
It was a stall tactic if Jacob had ever seen one. Continue reading “Suicide Jack (Pt. 4)”
The drive home was mostly uneventful for Elise. It was a stressful drive, visibility was next to nothing and she had to drive her SUV at a sluggish pace despite the fact there was no traffic.
At night, Rowley was absolutely dead. Continue reading “Harbinger (Pt. 8)”