It was so On!

Amanda Vine was becoming frustrated at Hugo’s Farrier’s antics. She wasn’t sure what spawned his habitual snide remarks and innuendo but she’d finally had enough. It was one thing to take potshots at her, she lived in the limelight as a result of her modelling days and subsequent photography of influential types.

No Time for Thought

Muriel Carrington was shaking in her boots as was everyone else in the restaurant. Imminent danger literally upon her, all coherent thought fled and she hit the floor instantly; her body seemed to react of its own volition.

Was this Personal or Professional?

He watched her go, head held high, long elegant strides, conviction in every movement. He knew without a shadow of a doubt, this had lit a fire under her and she was invested in finding out the truth. He’d have to watch her back, because of this had connections, she could be in danger…sullying her by implication was one thing, and could be just the start of things to come.

Often

“I don’t, I make them, every day.” Surprise showed in his eyes. Did women bake anymore? The ones he knew didn’t, in fact, they probably hadn’t touched a stove – ever – and he often wondered if baking was a dying art.

Charlie O’Connor was an amalgamation of her parents and she was okay with that. Tall and slender like her father with his vibrant red hair and green eyes along with her mother’s elegant style; she automatically drew attention wherever she went.

Sophia Fuller loved her grandfather. He was a pistol. His sense of humour was dark but hilarious. He was feisty and fun, game for anything, and up for everything. He wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but she adored him.

Moxie was Julie Barns’s middle name. Ok, it wasn’t but it should have been. She had courage determination and perseverance in spades. It was reflected in the characters she wrote about.

The Woman of my Dreams

First, let me introduce myself. I’m Detective Calvin Greer and I met the love of my life, Miriam Archer while covering the murder of Bob Mortimer. Miriam had been the first to arrive and had found the deceased and it wasn’t a pretty sight.

Fodder for the Masses

Zack Irwin was scheduled to meet Tanya Porter in half an hour to discuss the fundraiser; an assignment he wasn’t excited about. He had personal reasons for disliking journalists and reporters. Although they weren’t all low-life pieces of crap, the ones he’d met definitely were.

Reaching Out

Detective Ronan Booker held his badge in his hand, ready to identify himself the instant Esme Sanford opened the door. When it opened, he found himself face to face with an attractive blond-haired blue-eyed slender woman, nearly as tall as he was, which put her at about five foot eight inches tall.

Losses and Change

Jack and Lucy West attended the conference because the renowned speaker giving the keynote address was their father. They’d long ago agreed to give each other the moral support required when dealing with their dad. Not that they didn’t love him, but he could get carried away on any particular subject, and when giving a speech, it was guaranteed he could be loquacious eloquent even verbose.

Graceful Insight

Annie Cummings wandered through the rest home searching for Maggy Gifford. She’d been given directions and made her way toward the covered lounge where she’d been told Mrs. Gifford was resting and toward the inevitable. She sighed.

Standing Tall

Lauren Anderson stood on one side of the two way glass divider and watched Sammy Horton bawl. The overwhelming heartbreak nearly undid her. It wasn’t often that a case got to her, but this one surely had. Sammy Horton, a fifteen year old blond blue eyed innocent displayed a mixture of sadness, betrayal and deep agonizing pain. “This is not a typical teenager’s drama scenario,” she commented aloud.

Pertinent Information

Part of a detective’s duty was sifting through the deluge of information, most of which wasn’t pertinent to the case, but which had to be considered evaluated and either dismissed as so much fodder or investigated further.

Guff and nonsense! That’s what it amounted to Hannah Jackson thought angrily. Tabloids magazines and social media were full of the twaddle! Speculation intended to inflame exploit confuse or titillate the masses. Surely thinking people wouldn’t put any trust in this drivel.

Coming Full Circle

For all tense and purpose, if you’d come across Penny Munroe at that moment, sitting on the front step of the stately old building, you would have smiled at the delightful picture depicted.

Vanished

Tommy lived an ascetic lifestyle…not one everyone could or would endorse. That was a given. Certainly not the rest of his family, Maria, Harry, Gail or Jazzy. Well, she smirked to herself, with a name like Jazzy, what did you expect? And although their parents were well off, travelled extensively hopping from one adventure to another, they wouldn’t have lived his lifestyle either. Although trekking meant they did just that; when at home, they enjoyed their creature comforts without any qualms.

Time Stood Still

Jack had an innate ability with computers. They spoke to him on a different level. He walked into a room and they sat up and took notice. We often laughed about it. He didn’t get it. Of course, he didn’t, working with computers was like breathing to him.

Path Divided

Halfway through their sojourn, however, Jersey slowed, then planted his feet, the hair on the back of his neck well and truly up, followed by an unexpected snarl. “What the hell?” Annabel questioned aloud unable to see what he was upset about.

And Then he was Gone

Jarrod Fredericks fire chief for Haddon County, feeling pretty damn guilty stared at the lifeless body of Matt Jones before he covered him with a sheet. This was one of his making it damn personal!

Jealousy runs amok

Detective Stephen Ritter sauntered toward Catrina Wilson, taking a read on her body language as he moved. A little tense, unsure, anxious. “Miss Wilson, Detective Ritter. Sorry to meet under these circumstances.”

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