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Case #1: Romeo Chapter 7 |
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The Golden Arms
Hotel Atlanta, Georgia Sunday, October 6, 2002 11:40
AM
Hope
plundered through her purse. “I
don’t have it. I must
have-.” “Stand
back!” Jason
practically pushed Hope and Toni out of the way.
Taking a few steps back he charged forward heaving his shoulder
into the door. After three
hard charges the door finally gave and the three of them rushed
inside, Hope leading the pack. “Stop
Logan!” Hope yelled. “You’re killing him.” Jason tried
to pull Logan away from Chris’ bloody, near unconscious body, but it
was impossible, Logan was just to strong.
He was like a wrestler trying to win a championship belt. “You
promised.” One final
plea from Hope finally broke through to Logan, and he dropped Chris’
limp body to the floor. Sleuths
Headquarters Atlanta, Georgia Sunday, October 6,
2002 12:24
PM “Whoa,
Whoa, Whoa! Back Up!
What do you think you’re doing?”
Rider tried to shut the door, but Agent Morgan had wedged his
foot in the doorjamb. “I’m
Agent Morgan with the FBI.” He
showed Rider his badge. Rider opened the door and Agent Zane
Morgan followed by Tamera Price, the daughter of Gavin Price, the
Sleuths Head in Washington, walked into the Sleuths Headquarters. “So what brings the FBI here?” Rider asked. “Official Business,” Tamera said
coolly. “And you’ll be
briefed with full details just as soon as we assemble the rest of the
Sleuths in the meeting area.” “I was talking to Agent Morgan. I don’t recall asking you anything.” “Fine have it your way.
And just as soon as I tell my father how I was treated here
you’ll be standing in the unemployment line.” “Typical.”
Rider replied sarcastically. “What the hell is that supposed to
mean?” “Stop
arguing.” Agent Morgan
said flatly. “This is my
case, and I’ll have the both of you searching for new employment if
you don’t stop all of this pointless bitching.” “Will you need anything while
you’re here?” Rider
asked, uncaringly. “I’ll need a place to set up
shop, and so will Miss Price.” “You can take those two desks in
the back there.” Rider
pointed out two desks in a dark corner of the Sleuths Headquarters.
“If you need any supplies. The supply closet is in the
front.” He motioned with
a wave of his hand towards the supply closet, like a bored tour guide
would have. The double doors of Sleuths
Headquarters opened violently as Logan with a handcuffed Chris Maloney
entered, followed by Toni, Jason and Hope. “We’ve got the SOB. This is Romeo!” Logan replied, the sound of hatred tainting his voice.
The
Watson Residence Atlanta,
Georgia December
24, 1993 11:47
PM NOTHING EVER STARTS where we think it does.
And neither did my involvement with a serial killer. It was raining in Atlanta on December
24, 1993; and I sat at a small corner desk on my side of the bedroom
that I shared with my twin sister, Faith, listening to the rain on the
roof, trying not to listen to the argument that came from my parents
bedroom down the hall on the second floor of our Southern-Victorian
style home. For Christ sakes it was Christmas
Eve. Why were they arguing?
Why couldn’t they just wait until after the holidays to fight
with one another? I turned and looked to my left at
Faith, and she was tucked neatly into bed, too neatly to be sleeping. Then I noticed the headphones attached to her head.
She wasn’t sleeping; she was trying her best to block out our
parents arguing with music, music like Vanilla Ice or possibly New Kids
on the Block. I also wanted to block out their
arguing, but I was worried for our mother’s safety.
I had known my father to be violent, with her, in the past. But what could I do if he got abusive? He was much bigger than me, and I realized that there was
nothing I could do. Or was
there? I was worried, but it intensified
with the sudden silence, which was quickly followed by my mothers
BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM.
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Jason
and Toni came to a halt in front of Hope’s hotel room. Jason tried
the door; but apparently Logan had locked it.
