Cogitations slammed hard, hurt beyond description, even now. While growing up, he’d always been her rock, her solace, had her back in all things. A strong devoted loving father she’d counted on; his support undeniable her entire life.
Tears of Rage 22
There was nothing trite about catching a killer! Detective Gary Manor couldn’t erase the look of sheer satisfaction that entered his eyes, any more than he could erase the feeling of pleasure at a job well done.
Tears of Rage
Jenna was unlocking the door at the clinic when Linda drove up. Turning to wait for her, Linda said, “Dare I mention you have a lovely hither-to-unseen glow about you?” The smirk she attempted to hide but failed miserably at had Jenna grinning in response.
Tears of Rage 20
“Ooh I can only imagine, snow, glowing fire, Christmas lights set against a winter wonderland.”
Tears of Rage 18
“As often as time allows. Mostly if life gets hectic, but I usually vacation here. There are plenty of fish, the other folks are friendly but never invade your space, primarily because they’re here for the same reasons you are; a little down time, a lot of relaxation and solitude. A quick word, a nod and a wave usually suffice.”
Tears of Rage 17
“Thanks. Appreciate the help,” Manor smiled as he returned the box to the brown bag and headed out. Definitely drug-related crime and if so, they wouldn’t have any compunction about killing Doctor Greg.
Tears of Rage 15
Gary must have known the proprietors well, because the instant they entered, they were immediately shown to a booth near the back of the restaurant, that although secluded, offered an incredible view of the nearby river.
Tears of Rage 14
He nodded and she grabbed her purse and keys and headed toward her car when he suggested they take his. He had already been to Dr. Greg’s house, gone through it, shortly after his death. He understood what she meant, his presence would be felt, especially by her.
Tears of Rage 14
“Dearest Jenna. If your reading this, the inevitable has happened. Whether it’s earlier or later than expected doesn’t matter. You have been my right arm forever – if I’m honest since you were a little girl.
Tears of Rage 13
I can just hear Dr. Greg’s booming voice suggesting we pull our socks up and get on with the show. ” Snickers abounded. It was exactly what he would do
Tears of Rage 11
Manor couldn’t refrain, “I can’t wait!” His eyes and face suddenly lit up. “Dr. Greg put in a good word for me, and I appreciate it…”he stopped and Manor knew it had hit him again, the lost, the emptiness, the graciousness that was Dr. Greg and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt he had nothing to do with Dr. Greg’s demise.
Tears of Rage 10
He ambled to the counter where a tall blue-eyed woman with whisky brown hair stood, and introduced himself.
Tears of Rage 9
The sky was clear and the weather warmer than usual which Jenna took as a positive sign. Until her first client of the day showed up. Although adept at fighting her own battles, she was none-the-less pleased as she watched Manor’s unannounced arrival.
Tears of Rage 8
Detective Manor graciously kept her in the loop, sometimes dropping by for coffee and failing that would call. Resolute in digging for details pertaining to Dr. Greg and the clinic, he’d call whenever a question came up he figured she might assist him with.
Tears of Rage 8
Apparently, Dr. Greg knew of his ambition and put in a good word for him with the faculty there. Even gave him a letter of reference, outlining his capabilities and his work at the clinic.”
Tears of Rage 7
Flipping the page up she uncovered a second list, “Yes, this is it.” Scanning the secondary list she found three items she wasn’t sure about and pulled each folder for comparison.
Tears of Rage 6
Her nerves were raw, she was on edge. Jenna couldn’t quite shake the idea that the culprit might return; if they believed the clinic was an easy mark, or if they hadn’t found whatever they’d come for. The place had been ransacked, needlessly if drugs were the sole purpose for the break-in. I
Tears of Rage 5
Taking a deep steadying breath, she opened the door, her glazed eyes moved around the room and stopped when it hit her that she’d never walk in and see Dr. Greg in this room again. Tears welled up and she angrily brushed them away.
Tears of Rage 4
“Don’t worry about it, Ms. Montgomery, I have a whole department at my disposal; we’ll find Mr. Harris,” he promised.
Little Black Book
Sari Montgomery opened her office door, moved inside, and shut it with a decisively quiet snap. Although she’d been a detective for eight years, few saw beyond the statuesque elegant woman with rich auburn hair and intelligent green eyes. Consequently, people tended to underestimate her abilities which worked in her favour, guaranteeing the breathing room required to gather pertinent evidence necessary in building a solid case to convict a perpetrator.
Tears of Rage 3
enna walked to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, hoping it might settle her, bring her back to reality. Was the face staring back at her from the mirror, really hers?
Assiduous (Tears of Rage 2)
They’d been friends for over 40 years. The last thing he’d expected to do was stand over his dear friends dead body at a crime scene. It only made him even more determined the scum bag wouldn’t get away and he was eve more fastidious than usual if that was possible to gather every piece of possible evidence at the scene. If it took all night, so be it!
Foible
Everyone had one foible, didn’t they? Macy thought them adorable as she reflected on Stacy and how she chewed her bottom lip while Sandy quirked an eyebrow, and she herself tended to pull on her earlobe when she was concentrating. Although some considered them pretentious, she’d long ago decided they were habits that had developed somehow at some point at some time for some reason. Not great in a poker player, she thought, but she wasn’t playing poker.
Reconnoitre
In abject frustration, Marcy hung her head groaned then grumbled in a whisper, “Why? Why? Why?” which caught Amy’s attention and had her looking across at her. Marcy immediately forstalled questions by holding up a hand indicating she didn’t want to talk about it before scrubbing her face with her hands.
Tears of Rage
The mournful sound of a distant train whistle, the howl of a pup, the smell of spring and a dust cloud from a passing vehicle encroached upon Jenna’s wayward thoughts which kept straying to the sight she’d witnessed upon her arrival that morning and the subsequent call to 911.