6 of 40

Another favorite part of a scene:

“Start talking.”

“Yeah, okay. What do you want to know?”

“Don’t be foolish. I want to know why you’ve been following me, who you are and is there any reason for me not to kill you?”

“Uh, well, don’t want you to kill me at all mostly because I want to live. I used to be a cop. A while back, there was this case. Some guy shows up dead but not just dead, carved up in these pretty patterns. Me and my partner get the case. We investigate and do all we can but of course, it ends up being a cold case. No one claims the body and we go on about our business. Then there’s these rash of shootings and cuttings. No one ends up dead, but it’s strange. So again, my partner and I start investigating. We can’t figure out what’s going on. We get told to move on, there’s more crime to deal with and that’s all well and good, but letting something go is not in my nature. I start reviewing old cases, spending a little over time at my desk making notes and such, doing research. I finally start to see a pattern though and I take what I find to my sergeant who tells me I’ve been working too hard and need a break. He puts me on administrative leave. Okay, I’ve got some time on my hands so I start investigating on my own. And what’d’ya know? I get lucky – I’m staking out the last crime scene when this guy shows up. He sneaks into the place. I follow him and low and behold, he fiddle farts around, sprinkles some shit on the floor and like magic, the blood stains disappear. I watch him get into a car, and catch another lucky break, the license plate is legit so I end up with an address. A few nights of following this dude around, and what’d’ya know again? I actually see dude kill this woman. Well, not kill exactly, he did something to her to make her pass out, this yellowish smoke puffs out of her and the next thing you know, she’s up and walking around as if nothing happened.

After that, dude gets harder for me tail. I can’t ever get close to him. I’d see him just out of the corner of my eye or walking around a corner then a day later, there’d be somebody showing up in the hospital with a weird cuts or gun shot wound. Your mother’s murder was my biggest break because it happened right up stairs from my mystery guy’s place. It appeared to be a closed case, we got your mom’s boyfriend for the murder, but he claimed he had no memory of it what-so-ever. No surprise there, he was so high when the cops arrested him we were surprised he was functioning at all. And we know your mom had you because all the neighbors we question kept asking where you were. I finally have a legitimate reason to question the guy, but he never comes home. He disappears, you had disappeared. Fortunately, he leaves behind an apartment full of clues. I start spending time casing the place you know. Waiting for either of you to show up. A whole year and my sergeant decides I could use more than some time off, he relieves me of duty permanently. Well now I have all the time I need to sit in front of your apartment complex waiting for one or the other of you to show up. And when you do, you’re damn near grown and my mystery man looks the same as he always did. So I start following you both. And just like before, I can’t ever keep up. You guys come and go like the wind, and all of a sudden, those strange shootings and stabbings start happening again, only this time, I know there’s two of you doing the damage.

It takes me a minute, but I found out where my mystery guy lived. I started just hanging out there and what do ya know? One night you guys both show up with some new dude. I manage to get in around the back, hide myself in the hallway, fully intending to bust in and demand some answers when I overhear you three chatting it up. Imagine my surprise when I discover you and mystery boy are some kind of supernatural ghost hunters; the other dude, who disappeared through the fuckin’ wall I might add, is your father and he just happens to be a friggin’ demon. You know, like a real devil, evil kind of demon. Next thing you know, you freak out and poof, both of you guys disappear. Another year goes by, there’s a crime scene but no body – guess where? That’s right, at mystery dude’s place. I just picked up your tracks about a week ago. Started tailing you and then you flippin’ shoot me!!”

Victoria had let him get it all out of his system. She was thinking the combination of Mei’s salve, John’s special ale, and the weirdness of the whole situation, had loosened a touch more than Stephen’s tongue. About now, Victoria could tell he was quite freaked out.

“Alright there big guy. Just chill out.”

“Chill out? Chill out?! I’d love to just chill out but instead, I’m sitting in a bar that has Superman’s cousin as a doorman, eating a cheeseburger with some supernatural assassin, and a freakin’ bullet hole in my shoulder!”

Yeah, he was definitely freaked out.

This one’s from book two – Demon Master.  That’s June’s NaNo project.  Can’t wait.

What’s good in your world today? Name your gratitude…

Love you,

Dana

2 thoughts on “6 of 40

  1. I’m so happy to see you working on this novel. And I’m grateful that I changed my life and moved abroad. I think I wake up every day grateful for that. It’s one of the first things I think of in the morning, and one of the last things I think of when I go to sleep.

    1. I didn’t realize how much story was left to write, lol. But these will be my three releases for next year. I’m shooting for a 3 book a year write / release schedule so yeah…next level baby :-). And while I’m grateful too that you are out and about in the world working your dreams, I miss you terribly. You continue to inspire me. Love you.

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