Jarrold Walker, a detective on the Police Force for ten years, nabbed a cold case two days hence extremely curious and intrigued. What had caused this case to stall, he wondered. Officially, it was because there were no credible leads. That meant, someone had lied.
Cloyingly sweet, butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth Amanda Finley learned that lesson after attempting to break into Maria’s world through disingenuous means. She’d taken her time, worming her way into the lives and hearts of Maria’s friends until she’d been included in the inner circle such as it was.
Dahlia Montaray was the proud owner of “Little Bit More”, an elegant dress shop catering primarily to graduation but included evening, mother of the bride, dinner and ballroom gowns.
Don Marshall was a fifty-year-old recently divorced man who carried bitterness around like a shovel and he regularly brandished it to beat others with. He had become an unpleasant man eaten up by anger and acidity until long-suffering associates viewed being in his presence as a duty to be dispensed with as quickly as possible always leaving with a shake of their head and a look of frustration and pity aimed at Wilma. Their show of respect was an effort of courtesy since Don spat it back at them with venom.
Joan Arkansas considered herself an average hiker and because she loved hiking, had enrolled in classes to assist with the finer points and the instructor was good. He painstakingly covered a majority of issues they could face out on the mountainside, and how to prepare as much as possible in advance to combat the issue.
Geraldine Walsh had to admit the situation would have looked dicey at first glance if you didn’t know the people involved. Her brother was a wild card, everyone knew and expected that. You could guarantee though he would always take the high road. There was nothing scandalous, improper or underhanded about his activities. Yet a detestable woman named Mandy Warren had declared and brought charges decrying his behaviour during her employment with his company.
Fellow trackers would describe Brad Jones as a nervy mountaineer. He took on the jobs no one else dared. Whether that was bravery or stupidity, even he wasn’t sure at times and yet, he continued.
A throng of fans waited outside the entrance and carried on down and around the block. Doug Robe’s popularity was still at an all-time high and wasn’t dwindling to be sure. Perhaps that’s why he was loath to listen to her.
Darryl Hanson wasn’t the smartest tool in the box. Whether he’d been poorly educated, hadn’t cared about learning, been traumatized as a child, it was apparent his learning ability hadn’t progressed beyond the eighth-grade level.
Maria Graham had been dispatched to bus 24 at the intersection of Masterson and Montgomery. Apparently, the bus driver noticed a little girl, around six years of age, dragging her feet looking rather lost Concerned, she stopped the bus and asked the little girl if she was ok. “I’m trying to get home.”
Andy McPherson was handling a case involving a street person, Jack Donovan. When she’d first been assigned the case, she was unsure which way to handle it. Then she met him. Andy was fearless, treading where angels feared to go. That’s what her friends told her with trepidation each time she went to the downtown location that housed many transient people. She wasn’t particularly frightened or concerned. She was there to do a job and follow through to assist however she could.
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Felicity doubted that although people gave consideration to naming their child, they fully realized the profound effect and influence on the emotional development and characteristic it had on the owner directly or indirectly and the cost of living up to that name. It could produce positive or negative results.
Detective Marianne Martian had to laugh, seriously laugh. The guy had changed his story at least a half dozen times, and its “epic” stupidity simply grew along with the tale he told. How could he not see how ludicrous the story was?
Time for a nosh! It might help the little gray cells work harder and faster, Nellie decided. She’d been awake for 18 hours and still couldn’t sleep. She’d taken a long leisurely walk, a relaxing bath, even listen to elevator music for god’s sake. The glass of warm milk hadn’t worked either. Perhaps a light snack would ease the hunger pangs that irked her. She’d run out of things to try!
Jose Benjamin was happy about the upcoming media event. Not that she would normally be interested and avoided them like the plague, but this was important and necessary to bring awareness to the changes that were required to assist the town’s continued growth.
Summer Baxter walked in and said, “What in the actual hell Is going on?” Her small office, just large enough to hold a five-foot desk and one chair along with a filing cabinet squashed into a corner had been ransacked.
Even though Conny Hill was only 28, she’d spent a lifetime gardening. Having shared her grandmother’s delight in growing things, she’d planted her first bulbs at her grandmother’s knee as she’d looked on approvingly. Grandma Hill had been patient and involved.
Violet Skinner was more than shocked, she was horrified. The sense of betrayal and violation hit her in the solar plexus like a body slam. Who? Why? The sight rocked her back on her feet just inside her front door. The doors and windows were securely locked. Torn between investigating and ensuring her own safety, she backed out and ran down the drive to her car, got in, locked the doors and called the cops. It was a nightmare, a bloody nightmare!
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