Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 41
Last time? That was no doubt when they had run her off of Desert Canyon Road and nearly killed her. I guessed they were aiming to finish what they had started that night. It was high time to put a stop to this.
I eased into the alley, moving up and crouching behind a dumpster that smelled like the intestinal tract of a recently deceased polecat.
The first thug had his attention on Kerri as the second one turned and was about to retrieve their vehicle. I tightened my grip on the baseball bat, moving up behind the second thug...
- Category: Crime, Murder & Mystery
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
It's getting exciting now. Essential early morning (here) reading. Love the dumpster (I imagine one of those is what we call a rubbish bin?)....I can smell it!
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D.M. over 8 years ago
It is the images, like the reeking dumpster. that keep this very entertaining!
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Christopher over 8 years ago
That's exactly right, Neville. I forget this is international. A rubbish bin but on a larger, commercial level. Like a big metal box. Thanks for the support.
Thank you so much, D.M.
