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Nano Poblano ~ NaBloPoMo ~ Day 11

A Silly Little Poem

This is just a silly little poem

to keep the fears away

I hope you don’t mind

when I write silly little rhymes

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I don’t know what else to do

except write and wish

that life was easier

or at least a bit more cheerier

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Instead of darkness looming

there should be sunshine

The stars should shine at night

instead of me facing all these frights

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I’m getting too old, you know

to have all these worries

I should be resting and enjoying life

Not dealing with all this strife

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I wanted to write something deeper

with much more meaning and hope

Maybe I can after tomorrow

As I still have three weeks of Nano Poblano!

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Fun With Words ~~~ Palindromes

Hello, People!

Today I thought we would have some fun with words. Words have always fascinated me, thrilled me, confused me, and made me either laugh or grimace. Words are great to play with too.

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Like palindromes. I used to try to do them when I was a kid. Nerdy, right? For those who don’t know what palindromes are, here is the definition:

A palindrome is a word, phrase, verse or sentence that reads the same backward or forward.

They have to make sense, though! You can’t just throw a bunch of letters together. It has to be a real sentence or word to count as a palindrome. Here are some to give you an example.

  • Madam, I’m Adam.
  • Was it a bat I saw?
  • Otto
  • Hannah
  • Bob
  • A Santa at Nasa
  • Ma has a ham
  • Olson is in Oslo
  • Todd erases a red dot
  • refer
  • Harpo: Not on Oprah
  • Rise to vote sir
  • civic
  • a nut for a jar of tuna

 

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Wasn’t that fun? How many can you come up with?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nano Poblano ~ NaBloPoMo ~~ Day 5

I was becoming desperate in what to write today. Nothing came to mind and I was running out of time to get it done. Then I found a place with all sorts of writing prompts on it. Yay! Saved by some random words as I decided to use the Random Word generator. Makes the old gray matter work a bit for a change.

If you are stuck and want some prompts, go here. They will have all sorts of help for you.

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My words that came up were: herbs, arouse, spicy, scream, dodge, prickly, beer, tempt. Below I  have attempted to use all the words in a flash fiction piece. Hope you enjoy. 

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Bret raised the ice-cold beer to his lips and took a long pull from the bottle. It had been a long hard week. He was tired and hungry, but he didn’t want to cook his own meal tonight. As his thoughts turned to what restaurants were close by, his nose picked up the spicy smell of something delicious. Must be his neighbor across the hall cooking again. The smell was enough to tempt him to open up his door and get a better sense of the aroma.

His stomach rumbled when he stepped into the hallway and picked up the smell of herbs and spices with just a hint of garlic in the air. Whatever she was cooking this night had his mouth-watering and his brain turning. He wondered what excuse he could use to knock on her door and maybe, if the gods were smiling on him tonight, get invited to dinner.

Bret had been trying to get to know his neighbor since she moved in a couple of months ago. A quiet woman, a bit prickly when he tried to talk to her the first week she was here. After that, he didn’t see her very often as she seemed to keep odd hours. When she was home the same time he was, all sorts of wonderful smells drifted from her apartment to his. She seemed to cook a lot, and what she cooked always smelled divine.

He was definitely a man who was ruled by his stomach. Bret enjoyed a good meal when he could get one. Most of the women he knew and dated didn’t usually have cooking on their resume. He went for the beautiful model types, who always seemed to be watching their weight. His neighbor wasn’t exactly in that category as she was a bit on the plump side. It wasn’t that she wasn’t beautiful, Bret thought. In her way she was, if you went for red hair, green eyes and a slight dusting of freckles along her cheek bones.

Music started to play from the neighbor’s apartment. Soft sounds of something jazzy. The picture of his neighbor’s body close to his in a slow dance began to arouse Bret in ways that surprised him. Was he attracted to his neighbor? He knew he spent more weekends home smelling her cooking than was normal. He leaned his long body against his door jamb and smiled ruefully. Now all he had to do was think of a reason to knock on her door.

Just as he was poised to raise his fist and knock, her door swung open. Her green eyes widened as she gave a small scream.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Bret said as he stepped back a pace.

“I wasn’t expecting someone to be at my door. Can I help you with something?”

“I’m your neighbor,” Bret smiled as he pointed to his open doorway across the hall. “I couldn’t help but smell the heavenly smells wafting from your apartment. Can I ask you what you are cooking?”

“It’s a new recipe I’m trying out for my restaurant. It doesn’t even have a name yet.”

“You own a restaurant? No wonder whatever you cook smells so damn good.”

She closed and locked her door, smiled at Bret and walked around him. “I need some spices that I ran out of. Was on my way to the store. Not that I’m trying to dodge you, but I really must run as my dish is simmering and I don’t want to leave it alone for long.”

Bret thought here is my chance to get to know his neighbor. “It’s getting late. How about I walk with you to the store and you can tell me all about what it’s like to own a restaurant?”

She hesitated, then held out her hand toward him, “My name is Monique. I’ll be happy for some company neighbor.”

Bret closed and locked his door after grabbing his jacket and keys and walked down the hall with Monique. His thoughts were happy as he started to talk about restaurants and food.

 

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Nano Poblano Blog Hop 2015

It’s time for this year’s Nano Poblano Blog Hop! Fishy over at Fish of Gold started it last year and she has started another blog hop story this year. Thanks Fishy! I loved being a part of the blog hop story last year so thank you Rara for tagging me for this years story.

The rules are:

Nano Poblano Blog Hop Basics:

  1. Wait until you are tagged, then add a new post on your blog with these rules, the story so far, and who’s been tagged.
  2. Title and tag the post as Nano Poblano Blog Hop Story 2015.
  3. Add at least one sentence to the story.
  4. Pick another Pepper from the blogroll to tag (preferably one who hasn’t already been tagged).
  5. Add a link to your chosen Pepper’s about page (so they get a notification that they’ve been tagged) to the tagged list below.
  6. Pass the story along within two days of getting tagged.

 

Here is the story so far, with my addition in blue at the end.

 

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Eli stumbled into the compartment, flush and out of breath, and took the only available seat next to an old woman and a child. After months of planning, he suddenly had a bad feeling about this and stood right back up again, but at the same time, the train started moving.

There was no going back. As if to accentuate the point, the jerk of the train starting thrust Eli into his seat. Was he doing the right thing? Was he doing the wrong thing for the right reasons? Eli didn’t really know. What he did know was that the old lady had fake teeth that hadn’t been cleaned in a while, and the child reminded him of all the scary movies he’d seen about children. But that was besides the point. Eli was on a mission. Kind of.

He cringed, wishing he had planned this trip differently. The train ride lasted a full hour, plenty of time for things to go wrong when split-second timing was needed.

A droplet of sweat beaded at the end of Eli’s reddened face as he tried to catch his breath. Luckily, the old woman seemed to be busy telling the child a long and rambling fairy story. She hadn’t even noticed her fellow passenger.

Eli meant to keep it that way.

The child Eli had noticed was Rory, who was on a “real-life Thomas the Train trip” with his Gramma. Eli was right to note that Rory looked a little scary. The poor child did look a lot like Chucky from the classic horror movie Child’s Play…but then maybe that could be said of any three-year-old with red hair and freckles.

Rory, normally the sweetest of all kids despite his devilish appearance, loved his Gramma. Today though, her lack of a smart phone and insistence that “banana you glad” was the punchline to that knock-knock joke about fruit didn’t play well with his preschool-aged attention span. Especially on this long trip. Instead, he turned his attention elsewhere…

“GRAMMA, WHO’S DAT MAN?” Rory exclaimed, using his “outside voice”, pointing directly at Eli.

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THAT MAN RIGHT THERE GRAMMA! SEE? SEE THAT MAN?!
DAT MAN DARE, GRAMMA! SEE? SEE DAT MAN?!

That man was the conductor of the train and he had an announcement to make.  The passengers gave him the solemnity and respect fairly due to any person wearing such an official uniform.

He coughed sternly and spoke rapidly:  “There has been a minor delay and we’re going to disembark a little early while necessary repairs are made.  We apologize for the inconvenience.  Accommodations have been made for all passengers in the nearest town.  We think you’ll find the quaint, quiet rhythm of Bubbleville to be your liking.  The town is rich with, well– let’s call it history.”

Eli jumped when the conductor started to speak right behind him. At first he thought the kid had been pointing at him, which made him sweat, but the kid instead had pointed at the conductor. 

The passengers started to leave the train, Eli followed reluctantly. He had no choice. He had heard of Bubbleville and its ‘rich history’. It was supposedly haunted with the ghosts of its founder Mr. Bubbles, a mean and miserly man and some of the people Mr. Bubbles had done wrong. Eli wondered if the legend was true. He hoped not. What he needed was a new plan, as his was not panning out. 

Eli followed the rest of the passengers into the only hotel in Bubbleville. A dark, brooding place that looked more suited for nightmares than restful slumber.

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The contributors to this wonderful tale are as follows:

Fish of Gold
A Disquieted Mind
SVM & TB Stories
Excerpts From Nonexistent Books
NotAPunkRocker

Rarasaur

And now me!

I’ve decided to pass this hop to the wonderful word slinger and all around great guy djmatticus! I’m sure he will add his own great twists to things. 🙂

 

 

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Nano Poblano ~~~ NaBloPoMo Day One!

Happy November people! This is the month that every writer and blogger goes just a little crazy. Or a lot….

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This is the month of writing every single day for the month. Whether you are doing NanoPoblano, NaBloPoMo or NaNoWriMo. It’s all crazy! The writing, the reading, the following. Ahhhhhh!! So of course I have to join in. Ha!

Every day this month I will be posting something. I first thought of doing flash fiction every day. Then I decided not to limit myself as so much is going on right now. I’m also going to be working on my next Dee and Tee book, tentatively titled “The Murder in Cabin B10”. I’ve done a ton of research on it and have it started. I also have the health situation with the husband (colon cancer) to keep you all updated on. So, I thought I can’t just do flash fiction, I will do a mix of it all.

There will be all sorts of different posts going on this month. So, keep coming back to see what I am doing.

Also, if you would like to see a flash fiction done with one of your ideas, please let me know in the comments or send me a quick email via my contact page! I’m always looking for new pictures or ideas on what to write about. I’ll mention that it was your inspiration that made me do it! It’ll be all your fault. 😉

So here is the breakdown of what I will be doing this month……

  • flash fiction….either from a picture, a word, or a phrase (100-500 words)
  • updates on the husband
  • Friday Quotes
  • Monday Meetings
  • updates on how the new book is coming along
  • anything else that strikes my fancy

 

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Like I said, if you have anything you would like to see me write about, let me know!

I do believe this counts as my first day’s post……….

 

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The 777 Challenge ~~ Accepted!

Hello, people!

I do hope your weekend was a great one. Today is Thanksgiving here in Canada, so I’m going to be slightly busy with cooking. Nothing fancy for the husband and I, just a big chicken, stuffing, mashed taters, gravy and fresh green beans. I’m going to hate the dishes afterward! 😉

So even though today is Monday, there will be no Monday Meeting this week. It will resume next week. For today, I will be posting the 777 Challenge that my buddy Jeanette Taylor Ford issued to me via Facebook. Seems she is having some computer problems and can’t get on her blog right now. No problem, you can still take a look at her blog as is. Just click her name above and tell her Jackie sent you!

The 777 challenge is to go to page seven from your current WIP or your latest published work, then write down seven sentences from that page. Then I’m to nominate seven other authors to do the same.

I very rarely follow directions completely. ha! So I’m not nominating anyone. I’m just going to put it out there that anyone who wants to do this challenge is encouraged to do so! Go for it.

Here are my seven sentences from my current WIP that will be published October 30th. A Case of Deceit.

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“Is Bandoni, Tony’s last name too?” I ask.

“Yes, Cynthia never found a man who can afford her, so she never married.”

Certainly, no love lost there. “Can you get me into Tony’s place? Is that where he was supposed to have killed himself?”

I try to ask these questions as gently as I can. I don’t want to set Angela off again.

 

There you have it. Hope you enjoyed and are intrigued. Now off I go to do some work! Thank you, Jeanette, for the challenge and I hope you get your computer problems solved soon.

 

 

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Alternate Story Ending Challenge

This post is in response to a small Writing Challenge from my blog buddy Frank over at A Frank Angle. 

Frank has written his first fiction story. It was quite good too. Way to go Frank! Now he has issued a challenge for other bloggers to write alternate endings to his story.

Frank has issued a challenge to develop a new ending: a) after “The music ends” and b) in 75 words or less.

My contribution is in bold after Franks very nice story. Hope you enjoy. If you would like to participate, please head on over to Franks! Thanks!

 

On The Floor

The music starts – its tempo and rhythms define the dance. He approaches her table, and extends an inviting hand. She accepts. They take to the floor. He offers a hand and a frame. Again, she accepts, but looks away while in hold as if to say, “I’ll dance – but I’m not interested.”

They move to the music’s sharp, fiery rhythms that are intertwined with sensuality. Their eyes continue gazing in opposite directions to avoid a visual connection – yet, their bodies touch.

They dance – they move – sometimes slow – sometimes fast – but always sharp and to rhythm.

He rolls her out – they flick in unison. He tugs to rolls her back into his arms. She shrugs him off by returning to hold with her head turned away. Their steps continue.

He steps back – a lunge – a corté. She steps forward and raises her leg against his, and slowly moves it downward as a caress. He notices – she’s got his attention. As he returns her to upright, their eyes connect through a glimpse – yet each looks away.

The pace seeming hastens. The musical beat remains steady. Their moves remain sharp. Their eyes are starting to communicate to the other through glances.

She leans her body into him and her head is no longer facing away. They lock their eyes for the first time, and her eyes and face speak to him when. She places her head on his chest.

The normally sharp fans are now slow and smooth – yet still to the music’s rhythm. As she turns, his right hand slides naturally along her sleek frame. He notices the curvature of her hips. His head is not as high as he looks toward her with hopes of connecting again.

To him, her face displays desire. Her eyes are closed, but only she knows why. They are now in another place. To him, they are in the midst of passion. To her, she is the seductress who has succumbed to his fantasy.

He responds to the music’s fire with 8 fast steps down the floor. He rolls out as before, but on her return, she is close – and her right hand slowly caresses his face. The music ends.

He holds her close. Slowly their bodies separate till a few inches of cool air circulates between them. Her hand falls to her side as she opens her eyes and stares into his. The passion of the dance lingers between them, throbbing. 

Two strangers in the night, their hearts beating fast, their breaths shallow. She takes one last deep breath and turns and walks away.

He watches her with yearning stirring in his blood. Who is this goddess who matched her steps so effortlessly with his? He may never know as she disappears into the crowd.

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ U

If you haven’t read previous chapters, I have a category listing on the side with the title 2015 April A-Z challenge. You can find all the chapters there. Thanks for reading!

 

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Unlikely Motives

 

I rush over to where Angela lies on the floor. At least she didn’t hit anything on her way down. Damn, now what do I do? Ok, think Dee. Cold water? Cold water helps people who have passed out, right?

I can’t just pour cold water on her. I’m not good in situations like this. I look around the room and spot the washcloth. A cold washcloth should work. I saw that in a movie one time. I dampen the washcloth with cold water and kneel down next to Angela. I pat her face with it and notice her eyelids twitching.

“Come on Angela. Wake up!”

I pat her face some more. “Angela! Wake up.”

She opens up her eyes. “Dee? Dee, what am I doing on the floor?”

I help her sit up, then stand up and sit her in a chair. “You passed out. When was the last time you ate? Did those goons hurt you, Angela? You need to see a doctor or something?”

I’m feeling a bit anxious. I should have asked her before if those guys did anything to her. If they did, they are going to stay in that hole for a lot longer than a day!

“Doctor? No, no I don’t want to see a doctor. I’ll be alright. Maybe a glass of water?” She closes her eyes and I watch her carefully for a few seconds. I don’t want her passing out again.

“Sure, I can get you a glass of water. Hang on, Angela.”

I grab a glass out of the bathroom and a water bottle from the mini fridge. I sit down across from her and hand her the glass full of water. She takes a few sips and gets a bit more color in her cheeks.

“You ok now, Angela?”

“I think so, Dee. I’m sorry I’m being such a baby. You’ve been through more than I have and look at you! You’re not fainting or doing something stupid like that.” Angela frowns as she looks over the rim of the water-glass at me.

“You’re doing fine, Angela. I’m really not the fainting type, I guess.” I shrug my shoulders. “You need some food in you. When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t really remember. With Tony dying, then getting threats myself and everything else that has gone on. I think it’s been a few days.”

“See, that’s your problem! Even I would faint if I hadn’t eaten in a few days.” I smile and try to reassure her. No wonder she looks so bad. Probably hasn’t slept much either. We’ll order something to eat from room service and while Fedora, Billy and I plan our next moves she can take a nap. She’ll be herself again in no time.

“Angela, did those guys do anything to you? They didn’t touch you did they?” I hate to ask her these questions, but I need to make sure she really is alright, physically anyway.

It takes her a minute to understand what I mean. Her eyes widen and she shakily puts down the glass of water. “No! No, Dee! They never touched me like that! Sid, he’s the one that gave orders to the other two, slapped me once, but that’s all they did!”

Relief washes over me. I move to the hotel phone and pick it up. “What we need is food. I’ll order room service.” I ring the kitchen and give an order for bacon, eggs and toast and lots of coffee. I want to get over to Tony’s house as soon as I can. I also need to talk to Tony’s daughter.

We need to find out why the deed to the Wenner place is so important. Is it really the bouillon they are after? They could find it without the deed, after all, the place is isolated enough that half a dozen men could work in the place and no one would know. Look at how many holes were already dug around the place.

What if it’s not the bouillon? What if it’s something else entirely? It has to be something pretty important to whoever the top boss is if they are willing to kill for it. What could it be?

“Angela, did this Sid ever ask about the hidden bouillon? Did you hear why they want the deed so badly?”

“They never mentioned the bouillon. The deed won’t do them much good unless it’s signed over to them or their boss. I told him that!”

“What did Sid say to that?” My curiosity is aroused even more at this news.

“He didn’t say anything to me directly. He mostly ignored me once he found out I really couldn’t tell him where the deed was.”

I was really hoping this Sid would be like most no-brain hoodlums and brag to Angela about what they wanted the deed for. Maybe Sid is smarter than I thought. Now that would be a letdown.

“I did overhear the other two talking about a manuscript. I wasn’t really paying attention at the time. The place does have a few fine antiques in the house. Once cleaned up they would be worth something. The library is also full of rare books. Old man Wenner was quite the collector I understand.”

I ponder this a moment. So what do we have? A crime boss that wants the Wenner deed. His henchmen that are looking for that deed, but aren’t interested in the bouillon. Everyone loves gold. At today’s market, it would be worth a large fortune. A couple of them  mention in passing a manuscript. What kind of manuscript? Is that what they are really after?

The questions keep coming, but no answers. Yet.

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ T

If you haven’t read previous chapters, I have a category listing on the side with the title 2015 April A-Z challenge. You can find all the chapters there. Thanks for reading!

 

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Trouble at the Hilton

 

I pull up into the Hilton parking lot. I watch as Fedora pulls in next to me. A lot of talcum powder blew off Tee and I as we rode the Harley, but I could still see traces of it on my clothing.

Billy, Angela, and Fedora step out of the SUV and surround me. Time to figure out the next steps.

“Angela, you come with me to my room. I don’t want you on your own till we figure things out.” I tell her as I see she looks a bit pale still.

“What’s next, Dee?” Billy asks with his usual bright smile.

“Don’t you have to work, Billy?” I ask him as I take in his eyes glimmering with excitement.

“Nope. Lucky you! Today is my day off.” Billy gives me his trademark wink. Fedora is silent as he stands watching me. Time for me to up the game I think.

“Billy, you go with Fedora to his room. Give Angela and me about an hour to clean up and order breakfast. I think she could do with some food in her. Then come to my room and we’ll figure out what to do next. We need to work fast, as I don’t know if those goons will manage to get out of the hole faster than I want them to.”

Fedora frowns. I knew he wouldn’t want Billy to tag along. He’s useful and as long as I curb his enthusiasm, he does what I ask of him without arguing, unlike Fedora.

“I’ll have to go up a different way, Dee. The dragon is on duty this morning. We employees are not supposed to fraternize with the guests, even off the clock, but I’ll be there.” Billy assures me.

“Do we need him, Dee?” Fedora asks as we watch Billy give a quick wave and disappear behind the back of the hotel.

“He knows the town and the people. Yeah, we need him.” I start to walk to the entrance of the hotel with Angela. Fedora follows behind.

Angela is too quiet.  I’m worried about her. She looks too pale and her eyes are tinged with fatigue. She hasn’t said more than a dozen words since we rescued her.

We walk through the front doors of the Hilton and Mr. Haughty is in his usual place behind the front counter. That must be Billy’s dragon. Fits.

He watches us come in with a frown. “Miss Watson! May I have a quick word with you, please?”

The three of us change direction and walk to where Mr. Haughty is waiting. He looks us up and down and has a look on his face as if we smell. Well, maybe we do, a bit. Goon busting is hard work.

I smile my best smile and wait for him to speak.

“How long will you be staying with us, Miss Watson?” He asks with that same look on his face. I see by the discrete name tag on his jacket that he is actually Mr. Ellsworth and not Mr. Haughty.

“I don’t know for sure. Is there a problem?” I ask politely.

“I’m just wondering if you might be more comfortable in a different hotel, Miss Watson. Say the Ashville Motel, maybe?”

I remember seeing that particular motel as I was entering Ashville, a seedy looking flop house. Probably full of bed bugs and hookers. I let my smile slip away. After all I have been through the last forty-eight hours or so, I am not happy with Mr. Ellsworth-Haughty’s attitude.

Before I can open my mouth to let Mr. Haughty have my temper full blast, Fedora steps around me.

“Hello, Mr. Ellsworth is it?”

“Yes. You are with Ms. Watson are you not?” Mr. Ellsworth does not look impressed. I keep my mouth shut. I’m curious what Fedora will do.

Fedora hands Mr. Haughty his business card. Do all rich people carry those things? I have business cards too but keep forgetting to carry any with me. Mr. Ellsworth barely glances at the card.

“Is there some reason why you think Ms. Watson wouldn’t enjoy staying at your fine hotel?” Fedora asks in a friendly tone.

“Well, for one thing I’m sure a private investigator can hardly afford it,” he sneers. I’m surprised he knows what I do for a living. Mr. Haughty notices my look.

“Yes, I know what you do Ms. Watson. I Googled you.” He looks quite proud of the fact.

“Well, since you are so up to date on the latest internet techniques, why don’t you Google me also.” Fedora looks down his nose at Mr. Haughty. I know that look well, as he gave it to me when we first met. I watch Mr. Haughty to see how he takes it.

“Go on Ellsworth, we’ll wait.” Fedora says in an ice-cold tone.

Mr. Haughty hesitates then does a few things on his computer under the desk. I can actually see his face pale as he reads what I am sure is a nice biography of Fedora and his rich family.

“I’m sorry Mr. Williams. Please accept my deepest apologies for any errors I might have made.” Mr. Haughty seems to have lost a lot of his attitude in seconds. “You have to understand my position, sir when I see Ms. Watson come into our respectable hotel two days in a row looking, well looking as she does. You have to understand how I could come to the conclusions I did, sir.”

I almost laugh at his kiss ass attitude. I don’t like Mr. Haughty, but can’t say I blame him for thinking I belong in a hooker hotel. I haven’t been my usual self lately.

“Maybe this will teach you not to judge people so quickly Ellsworth. Ms. Watson is a special friend of mine. You’ll treat her with the respect that she deserves.” Fedora tells that man in a quiet controlled voice. I suddenly realize this is a different side to Fedora than I usually see. The true rich business man that makes hard decisions that affect thousands of people a day. Maybe I need to give him the benefit of the doubt more often.

Fedora turns away from Ellsworth and looks at me and smiles. Then he winks. I turn and guide Angela, who has been too quiet through all this, to the bank of elevators. We enter the empty one and I push the button to the fourth floor.

Fedora looks over Angela’s head at me and says, “How did I do Watson? What an ass that Ellsworth fellow is!”

As the elevator opens we step out into the hallway. “You thought almost the same things about me when you first met me, Fedora. So what does that make you then?” I smile sweetly at him as I unlock my door.

He laughs as he walks to his door and unlocks it. “Makes me an ass too, but a rich one!”

I usher Angela into my room and close the door. The man makes me laugh when he isn’t making me angry. I shake my head and turn to say something to Angela just in time to watch her eyes roll to the back of her head as she slowly crumples to the deeply carpeted floor.

Ah, crap.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ S

If you haven’t read previous chapters, I have a category listing on the side with the title 2015 April A-Z challenge. You can find all the chapters there. Thanks for reading!

 

 

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Sweet Revenge

 

“Dee! Oh, god, Dee!”

Angela comes running out of the bushes right toward me. I catch her before she has a chance to tumble me backwards right into the hole.

“Whoa, Angela! You ok? Did they hurt you?” I hold her at arm’s length and take a good look at her. Her blonde hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared around her eyes from her crying and she looked a bit pale.

“Dee! I thought you were dead! I really did! Those guys tore up Tony’s house looking for that damn deed, but they never found it. When they realized I really didn’t know where it was they were going to kill me!”

“It’s alright now, Angela. You’re safe and I’m a hard person to kill.” I tell Angela as Billy and Fedora walk up to us. We could still hear the men in the hole swearing.

Billy walks toward the hole to peer down and I grab his arm. “I wouldn’t do that kid, they still might have a few bullets left.”

“We just going to leave them down there?” Fedora asks.

“For now we are.” I guide Angela and Billy toward the cars. Time for us to leave this place. The sun was starting to come up and I wanted to shower the talcum powder off me. I reach into the sedan and grab their keys. No sense making it too easy for them. I’ll toss them somewhere down the road.

“You can’t be serious, Dee. You can’t leave those guys down there to die.” Fedora frowns at me.

“Why not? That’s what they did to me. Besides, there is a way out, they just have to find it.” I shrug my shoulders.

I pick up Tee and set him in his satchel. I look at Fedora who is still frowning at me. Really, what does the man want from me?

“Ok, I will call the proper authorities and let them know they are down there. Just not yet. I want us well clear of this place.”

“I would let them rot down there!” Angela says as she climbs into the SUV. “They would have killed me and Dee if they could have!”

“When will you call them, Dee?” Fedora is eyeing me with his hands on his hips.

“Tomorrow morning.” I tell him as I turn to retrieve my Harley from behind the shed.

“Dee!” I hear Fedora’s voice behind me.

I turn around and notice Billy has got a huge smile on his face, I swear that boy thinks everything is funny.

“Look, Fedora. I said I would call the cops tomorrow. That’s the best I’m going to do! They won’t die in twenty-four hours. They might even find a way out before then. Plus, that gives us twenty-four hours to find that deed and to find out who they are taking orders from.”

I notice Fedora has a thoughtful look on his face. Then he smiles. “You got some good points, Dee. Let’s get out of here. Like you said, they won’t die in a day. Maybe they will even think about mending their evil ways.”

Billy and I laugh. Even Angela has a small smile. It might be petty of me to get revenge this way, but damn, it feels good. Besides, I said I would get them some help…….tomorrow.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ R

If you haven’t read previous chapters, I have a category listing on the side with the title 2015 April A-Z challenge. You can find all the chapters there. Thanks for reading!

 

ABC'S of Death book cover (4)

 

Raising Hell

 

I peek around the corner of the shed and see headlights. I watch as they park next to the SUV. So far so good. The headlights go out and I hear the car doors being opened.

Then a familiar voice reaches me. “Come on, hurry up, let’s get this done.” The thug who left me in the hole to rot. I smile. I actually find myself looking forward to what’s going to happen.

It’s barely daylight so all I see is their shadows, but it’s enough to see Billy’s friend was right. Three big guys with a smaller shadow between them. Must be Angela. The hole that I fell through is just off to my right. I see one has a flashlight.

I pick up Tee and whisper in his ear. It’s a trick we’ve been working on since I got him. I tell him “Howl Tee!”

He looks up and me and perks his ears. I tell him again. “Howl Tee!” He looks up to the sky and lets loose with his howl.

“Aaaaaooooouuuuuu!”

“What the hell is that!” I hear some guy shout.

“Don’t be such a baby, Dom. It’s just some wild dog or coyote.” I hear the main thugs voice.

“Aaaaaoooooouuuuuu!”

Tee goes again and I try not to laugh. For a little dog, he has a pretty big howl. I move further away from the shed into some bushes I had scouted out earlier.

The group of guys with Angela moves closer to the hole. The guy with the flashlight is shining the light like he wasn’t sure where the hole is. Good. I was counting on them not knowing the area that well.

I know Fedora is close to the cars. I get Tee to howl once more.

“Aaaaaooouuuuuuuuu!”

Then I move again to another bush. That third howl is also a signal to Fedora.

“That sounds close, boss! I’m not liking it.” I hear the first man say. Then I see the headlights come on. I was hoping they would leave their keys in the car for Fedora.

“What the hell! Who turned on the headlights?” Someone yells, as they all spin around.

“Gary! Go check it out!” I see one of the guys take out his gun and head for the vehicles. Fedora should be in his second position by now.

A minute later the headlights go out. “Nobody here, boss!”

As I watch them turn back towards the hole, I put Tee down and whisper, “Go find Fedora, Tee! Go!”

Tee goes running across the opening and heads towards some overgrown rose bushes. Just before the bad guys showed up I had taken some talcum powder that had been in my hotel room and covered Tee with it. In the early dawns light, he looks like a ghost dog.

“Look! It’s a damn ghost! What the hell!” I hear the guy named Dom yell. “Boss, don’t that look like that ladies dog? That private eyes dog?”

“Don’t be stupid, man! That dog is dead along with that nosy private detective!”

I watch as Tee races across the opening again toward me. It’s good to have a smart dog that listens. I grab him up as he jumps into my arms and move a little further down the bushes. Thank god for overgrown rose bushes.

“That sure in hell ain’t no coyote! That’s a damn ghost dog!” Dom yells again.

“Shut up, Dom!” I smile as I hear the boss’s voice, he doesn’t sound quite so sure of himself.

That’s my cue. I poured the talcum powder over myself too. Billy thought it was funny, Fedora complained that I was going to get shot. I figure in the low light and with everything happening fast, they wouldn’t get that good a look at me.

I walk out of the bushes. The men are still arguing over the ‘ghost dog’. I motion for Tee to stay. “Come to visit my grave boys?”

Heads whip around toward me. The man with the gun I was happy to notice looked too shocked to use it.

“Shit!”

“What the hell?”

I slip back into the bushes, grab Tee and run as quietly as I can back behind the shed. Tee and I step out, “It pisses me off I’m dead. That wasn’t a nice thing you did.”

Heads turn towards me again. I notice the guys are closer to the hole. Now if I can get them even closer. I step back behind the shed as I hear the boss shout. “Go after her!”

Dom yells, “You go after her! I ain’t running after no damn ghost!”

I move towards the house. The shadows are darkest there. I step into the early light. “Maybe you should join me in that dark, dank hole.”

Three guys swivel towards me again. I take a few steps closer and watch with satisfaction as they move back.

“How about it, boys? Want to join me?”

The man called Dom starts walking backward. The boss thug is reaching into his jacket, so I step quickly back and to the left. I really don’t want to get shot. I hear a noise behind the men. That would be Fedora throwing rocks. They turn like they are in a choreographed dance routine. I see they all have guns out by now. Time to make the final move.

“I would like company. It gets lonely when you’re dead.” I say in my best menacing voice.

I hear a swoosh sound and watch as a ghostly sheet whips past the men. Thanks to a sheet I borrowed from the house and a few pieces of rope I found in a shed, we made a ghost figure to swing from one tree to the other. Good thing Billy is good at climbing trees. That took us the longest to set up, but from watching the effect it was having, it was worth it.

It was chaos. I hear Dom scream. They all scramble back. I watch as in all the confusion Billy sneaks in and grabs Angela and pulls her towards the shadows.

I run towards them and as they are grouped close together it was easy to shove them as a whole backward. Just like dominoes tumbling in a row, the three men tumble into the hole. I hear grunts and swearing and shouts. I stand well back of the hole as bullets come flying out. Harmless to me, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

I’m actually hoping they run out of bullets. They have yet to meet the giant rat.

 

 

 

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2015 April A-Z Challenge ~~~ The ABC’s of Death ~ Q

If you haven’t read previous chapters, I have a category listing on the side with the title 2015 April A-Z challenge. You can find all the chapters there. Thanks for reading!

 

ABC'S of Death book cover (4)

 

Questions that Need Answers

 

Tee and I are sitting behind the shed waiting. My mind goes over my plans. So many things could go wrong. I can’t linger on the doubts. Plans can always go wrong. If they do, I’ll improvise.

I hear some rustling in the bushes behind me and spin around. Yeah, I’m a bit jumpy. Billy comes strolling out with his ever ready smile in place.

“I just got a call from my friend David. They got Angela. He said he saw her, so she’s still alive. David said they got in a silver sedan and are heading out.”

“How many men with her?” I ask Billy.

“He only saw three. After all how many men does it take to kill one woman?” He asks in a nonchalant way.

“Daylight is still a ways off, so they are moving her early. It’s good we got here when we did.” It will still be dark when they get here, just barely dawn.

“You get back to your spot. It will take them about forty minutes to get here. Not much traffic this time of day. I’ll go inform Fedora. You know what to do right?” I ask the kid. I’m sure he’ll be fine, but I want to make sure.

“I know what to do, Dee. You can count on me.” Billy winks at me then disappears into the bushes once more. I hope he’s right.

I walk over to where Fedora is crouched behind some trees close to the SUV. “They are on their way. Should be here in about forty minutes. It actually works in our favor as it will still be dark when they get here.”

I love it when things start to work the way I want them too. The men moving Angela early is a good sign. The dark will help us more than the light.

“I hope you know what you are doing Dee. I’m still not sure it will work.”

“It will work. It has to. We won’t get a second chance.” I tell him.

I go back behind the shed. All we can do is wait now. If it’s only the three men with Angela, that evens things out more. The guns have me a bit worried, but I’m betting on them not having them out till they are ready to use them on Angela. The main thing is to get Angela away from them. That’s Billy’s job.

As we wait, my mind goes over the last forty-eight hours. It seems like my life has been on fast forward since Angela’s call for help. There were still so many questions to be answered.

Why did Tony get killed? Was it really over someone believing there was gold bullion buried somewhere on this property? Why hide the deed if that wasn’t the case? Where was the damn deed anyway? Obviously not at Tony’s since the goons didn’t find it. If not there, where? Why wouldn’t Tony tell Angela where it was?

My mind was spinning with all the unanswered questions. I need to clear my head before they show up. I take a few deep breaths and do some relaxing techniques my professor of Brazilian Jujitsu taught me. One question lingered as I felt my body relax.

Who gave these guys their orders?

I hear tires on gravel and open my eyes. I look down at Tee and give him a pet. “Showtime little buddy.”

He looks up at me and I swear Tee is smiling.

 

 

 

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