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The Cold Tile Floor
Content Warning: This story is fictional, but based on real life events. It contains scenes of domestic violence and murder.
By LJ Livingston5 years ago in Criminal
Concrete Jungle - Tiger Stripes
This guy is lucky he's my best friend, or I'd fucking pop him one. I always kick his ass at this game. He tries to act as though I cheat, but he only thinks that because he can't beat me. At least he hasn't yet.
By M.O. LeClair5 years ago in Criminal
Concrete Jungle - Snake In The Grass
Where's she going? I sit and wonder. Man, does she ever smell good. The train shakes me, and I fall into the person next to me. I wonder if she would talk to me if I tried to talk to her? No. Probably not. Bitches like her never speak to me. I can't let her get Billy boy to talk. He knows better than to say anything, but what if? I wouldn't want to kill her. But I will if I have to. Same with the little distraction back at my place. She will be the shiny thing I wave at Detective Eastdale. Watch the right hand, not the left, Detective. Oh my fuck. Her perfume. It's mesmerizing. It throws me off track. Think Ducas. Think. How can I stop her? I still have quite a way until my stop. I'm on my way to the hospital to 'check-up' on Billy boy. I have to make sure that he is still complying with all that he should be.
By M.O. LeClair5 years ago in Criminal
The Burned Book
The morning we found the body, as dead as the fallen leaves it had been hastily buried beneath, the fog had been so thick that it was hard to see anything. In fact, had it not been for the burnt light that shone in patches through the thick tangle of Hickory and Ash, we might never have seen the muddy boot that started the other girls screaming for their homes. I wanted to run too, but I stood there staring at him. My mother used to call me Curiosity the Cat because I could “never leave well enough alone”. At this moment, that name was like a premonition. I couldn’t help it, I leaned down to get a closer look. I recognized him right away by his thick, tangled red hair and his patchy beard.
By Meg Bowen5 years ago in Criminal
The Black Book Gambit
Moscow Rules, taught to any secret operative worth their salt since the Cold War, are equal parts vital knowledge and common sense. The rules, ten in all, are as follows:
By Jordan Gray5 years ago in Criminal
Twelve Months Rent and a Nandos for Two
I sat down, my handbag strap sliding down my arm and dropping my lip balm as it landed. The bus jerked as it set off and I accidentally knocked into the man sitting next to me. I rolled my eyes at him as if to say "We are all in this together: this jerking bus, this hellish commute, this rain, this baby crying, this Greggs sausage roll that I’m about to eat for breakfast". I think he understood exactly what my tired, puffy eyes were saying. He smiled at me and from that moment, I knew we were comrades, at least until one of us got off the bus. He looked about ten years older than me and was fairly handsome. I peeled the paper bag away from my sausage roll and took a bite, the flaky pastry sticking to my cheeks. I looked at the man as I wafted it off my face. He was engrossed in a small, black notebook.
By Mel Elliott5 years ago in Criminal
Rare Sonnets Surface in Long Beach
I consulted a broker of rare documents in Los Angeles and explained what I had. He was eager to put it on the market. But first I had to create a buzz.
By Banning Lary5 years ago in Criminal
Departures
DEPARTURES Kendra Pierce wasn’t the worst client I ever represented. Not nearly. Heck, she wasn’t even the guiltiest. About a third of the times she’d been booked (that I know of) she hadn’t technically committed crimes. Herself, that is. In those cases, anyway. In about another third, she didn’t have to face the music because of what I call “police training deficiencies.” And up until this thing happened, I’d never dealt with the feds for anything about her. The worst, I’ve known. Kendra wasn’t that.
By Lance Hendrickson5 years ago in Criminal
Blues and Twos
"Jane, I have a strange one--putting you through. Sounds like a code three, but he isn't making any sense" The call appears on her screen.
By Tom Brad5 years ago in Criminal
"Butterfly"
Annabelle was dreaming. But they were not the whimsical, bright coloured dreams of a 10 year old child with not a worry in the world; There were no friendly woodland creatures or tiny, delicately winged women with slippers fashioned of pink blossoms. She did not find herself in a beflowered forest clearing with golden sunlight streaming through the foliage and the peaceful twitter of birdsong sounding through the tree-tops. Instead, she was in her bedroom, in the dark, with muffled yelling accosting her butterfly-charm-clad ears from the kitchen beneath the floor boards and a small sliver of yellow light creeping through the cracked door.
By Sienna Kelly5 years ago in Criminal
Just Play it Cool
Marlene did her best to relax. The paperwork was all in order. The final home inspection should be as easy as all the others. She laid on the couch, dangling her legs over the armrest.
By John5 years ago in Criminal
Middle Management
Tony knew his morning was off to a bad start when only an hour into his shift, a man pulled a gun from his pants and ordered everyone in the bank to get on the ground.
By Katie Garner5 years ago in Criminal