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Tell-tale Flowers
•The Year 2006 Manolo Sánchez, a native of Spain and living in Buenos Aires (Argentina) for five years, received the news After the death of his uncle Francisco, which occurred unexpectedly in Madrid, he knew that he was the only heir to an immense fortune and without wasting time he contacted Antonio, his best friend, who was living in Toledo at the time. Immediately and incidentally asked him for a favor, to bring him some "Lilium" seeds, since those flowers were not known in that country, he also argued that his wife liked them very much. Manolo, without delay, prepared the suitcases, He filled with gifts for Martha, Antonio's wife, and also for the children. On the way to the Ezeiza International Airport, he suddenly realized that he was not carrying the seeds. He looked at his watch and thought he still had time, so he asked the taxi Please come back because he had forgotten something very important. To him To the seeds that were in a paper bag, on the table, he put them in his pants pocket. He had no problems with immigration, luckily. After the long journey, he arrived in Barajas (Madrid) where his close friend was waiting for him. In another hour they would be home. Indeed, almost nightfall they reached their destination. The children were eagerly peering out the window. They expected gifts from Uncle Manolo, as was to be expected. After the greetings, Manolo opened the suitcase and began to deliver packages. He looked like Santa Claus at Christmas. For Manolo, like many immigrants, America had not been lavish. Luck was elusive, But the death of Uncle Francisco promised to radically change his life. He was going to stop being poor and thought to settle permanently in his native land and it even crossed his mind to look for a good girl to make a home. That same night, he telephoned Inspector Colunga, a childhood friend, to let him know that he would visit him the next day. Sincere friends that life had separated, nevertheless they communicated from time to time. At Antonio's house, with great excitement, they celebrated the arrival of Manolo, eating Serrano ham and drinking sherry. Almost dawn they all went to sleep. No one ever saw Manolo again. Colunga waited for him in vain; so he decided to talk On the phone, believing that he was delayed because he had fallen asleep from the exhaustion of the trip, Martha answered him and said that she did not know anything. That she would surely have kept awake and opted to go see the lawyer to speed up the process of adjudication of the assets that by law correspond to her. They also talked about the gifts she had brought. And the "Lilium" seeds that they had asked for. What a rare disappearance! Manolo did not appear alive or dead, they even looked for him in the hospitals ... AND NOTHING ... Inspector Colunga advised not to report it to the police, but Antonio did make the complaint. The following day the Inspector witnessed the search. The owner of the house was offended and asked to proceed in the same way in his mansion. This was done, but ... no sign of Manolo. Colunga decided to visit the notary who was the depositary of the will. The surprise was enormous when he found out that he also left part of the inheritance to Antonio, as payment for the care he had received from him in recent years. Colunga became suspicious of Antonio and looked for any excuse to visit him. All in vain, he could not find the minimum proof to be able to accuse him and declare him guilty ... As the body was not found, there was no crime. To count him as missing, the law says that two years have to pass. If at the end of that time there are no signs of life, the judge will award the entire inheritance to Antonio, according to a clause of the will. He passed winter and spring came. One warm afternoon in March, Colunga was looking out the window that overlooked the patio at Antonio's house. Something she saw that he powerfully caught her attention. Many weeds had grown by the wall and mixed with them, some Lilium flowers. He said nothing and withdrew. The next day he returned accompanied by six policemen who removed the soil where the weeds and Lilium had grown, the latter, a product of the seeds that Manolo kept in his trouser pocket. There was his corpse, a bullet to the temple had ended his life. At first, the owners of the house denied having participated in the obvious crime, but in the end, they confessed everything. Martha had helped bury him. The Inspector, shaking his head, assured: Once again the excessive ambition for money, spoiled several lives.
By jimmy joe4 years ago in Criminal
Cruz Control
CRUZ CONTROL Troubling Night in Jersey City By Jeffrey Marshall “What should we do with the body?” It was a question that leaped out of my mouth before I really had a chance to think. Sgt. O’Hanlon and I stood over the late Cruz Gonzalez, a fast-talking, shifty-eyed drug dealer whose mix of menace and fake bonhomie we knew all too well. Cruz’s street name was FC, which we’d been told stood for “Fast Cruz.” Now, Cruz was no longer moving at any speed, and his all-black ensemble was missing his black ballcap with the familiar “NY” logo. Cruz was a Yankees fan to the end, but O’Hanlon’s shot had taken off his hat when it went through his right temple.
By Jeffrey Marshall4 years ago in Criminal
Old Spice and Irish Whiskey
The last time I rode the subway was in 1972. And, I wouldn't be on this particular rolling garbage can if my cab driver hadn't been sans green card and trying to test the limits of his speedometer.
By Zelda Zeezeewriter Markowicz4 years ago in Criminal
White Knight
Brian O’Dell, a new agent in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, sat at his desk, staring at the report that he had just got done reading. The Soviet Union was invading the United State, but not as the public would believe with brute force, but instead by infiltrating the crime syndicate and starting operations in remote corners of the country. At the age of twenty-one, he was the youngest agent at the Bureau having completed everything required by the Academy with top marks. He had expected to be placed with the Dead Cases division, but because of his ability to blend in, he was assigned to a special task force dealing with crime.
By Amanda Moorefield4 years ago in Criminal
True stories of murders
In Egypt, there was a woman who supported her entire family after God Almighty cursed her with a husband who drifted after many years of marriage with bad friends on the drug rail. They have three daughters, the eldest of whom is in university, "Fayrouz", and after the mother, who is striving to make the wheel of the house, refuses to give him the money she needs for her daughters' expenses, the husband started selling the house furniture piece by piece, and when the wife was talking to him, he beat her, and when she did not find a way with him she was forced to separate from him.
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Criminal
Hal and Diane
There was this one bar, real dive, middle of nowhere, surrounded by desert and not much else, the kinda joint where big men with beards, bikes and facial tattoos can be coaxed into crying into their Jack Daniels by just the right mixture of wide-eyed patriotism and sentimentality where I played a set one time. I did my three hours behind a chicken wire mesh that kept out about a third of all the shit they threw and, while the waitresses were sweeping up the broken beer bottles in front of the stage, I went to the owner for my fee. He looks at me like he’s about to say the cleverest thing in the world and says “Paid in beers, wadnit?” It wasn’t. It was $50, a meal and a bed for the night. Calm like, I tell him this. He grins and by a slight movement of his head, indicates the shotgun hung above the bar. “Seems to me you look like the kind of guy that might come to an outta the way place like this and try and take the register. Seems to me I was to catch you in the act I’d be within my rights to shoot your thieving ass dead. Ain’t that right, Abner?” The bum at the bar says nothing, and without looking round flips open his wallet to reveal a badge. Figures. I look back at the barkeep and say levelly: “Yeah. Beers. I’ll take ‘em now.” The guy looks like he’s about to burst. “Ah, hell son, looks like Abner done got the last one!” He laughs a laugh that says he knows I can’t do shit, and there’s even an accompanying snigger from Abner. In a movie, this’d be roundabout the time where I started to laugh along with them, before pounding Abner’s head into the bar, vaulting over the counter, grabbing the shotgun and turning it on the sniveling bar owner, loading my pockets with greasy dollar bills and strolling out with the shotgun over one shoulder and my guitar on the other. Real easy way to get shot, there, and one of the things about being a strolling player is that the health insurance don’t add up to squat, so high risk things that might look good on a screen take a back seat to things like going outside and round back and taking a leak in the gas tank of Abner’s cruiser, which is exactly what I do.
By Will Tudge4 years ago in Criminal
OPERATION TRIKKENSCHWINDLE
“Hey, that horse is eating my bra,” screamed the man. “It’s not a horse silly, that’s a mule, his name’s Blue,” responded the child.
By Jack Nanuq4 years ago in Criminal
Ghosts of Girlfriends Passed
I wish I could have stopped it. He throws her against a shelf. I TRIED to stop it. He cracks her head against the wall.
By Bre Johnson4 years ago in Criminal
The Article Part 1
Prologue We shall begin this story with two young males outside playing. One goes by the name David, and the other is Goliath. The two were playing catch with a baseball until two ladies entered the park. Both of them were slim and dressed in jeans and a tank top. David took fancy of these girls.
By D.m. Napier4 years ago in Criminal
girl in the basement
I sat laughing at a table with a beer in my hand and a man playing a guitar at the front. “You know Billy you haven’t lost any of that young soul of yours.” a man with long grey hair and a broom mustache said across from me. Another man said. “yup! 65 years old yet his soul is only 21.” I laughed and put my hand up to my chin feeling my bread. I then heard the door open and a pretty lady walk in. a song started to play and the girl said. “Come with me I want to dance.” I laughed and danced with her. I heard a loud sound and then felt a huge pain in my torso I looked down and saw blood gushing out of my stomach. The lady had shot me. “Give me all your cash!” She said pointing the gun at the cashier. I managed to say “stop!” but she turned back and shot me in the face.
By Kathy Colbert4 years ago in Criminal
THE CRIME
Frank B stared at the woman. The woman wearing only a sports bra and lying motionless. A crime had been committed and he knew the offender.
By Jack Nanuq4 years ago in Criminal
Norton Commando
By Rick Hartford Eddie Baker was running from the men in the Sharkskin suits. His Norton Commando rumbled down a dark highway under a black velvet sky painted with strokes of heat lightning.
By Rick Hartford4 years ago in Criminal