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Black
This time I really screwed up. If I could take this back, I would never do anything like this again. Promise. See, I’m always doing stupid things. It’s not because I’m a stupid person. It’s because I crave adventure. No. . .I’m addicted to it. There isn’t anything I won’t try at least once. And I have jumped off a bridge because my friends told me to. More than once. I’ve committed minor felonies not out of a need for money, but out of an addiction to adrenaline. Today’s adventure wasn’t totally unprecedented, but there would be no bungee cords for this jump.
By Christopher LaSala5 years ago in Criminal
Wet Signature
The detective sat motionless and exhausted at his desk. He could see the glow of a high moon through dusty blinds. He embraced the silence in his office and felt the chill of crisp, cold air from outside as a few of his colleagues left the building.
By MICHELLE SHAAY 5 years ago in Criminal
The Good Life
He had been up here a hundred times and not once had he ever considered the need to leap the short distance between these two buildings. The two brick structures, built some time in the late 1800s, stood shoulder-to-shoulder, separated by a damp, dingy alleyway.
By Peter Anderson5 years ago in Criminal
The Token
Rough hands tore the black hood off his head. The sudden light was blinding. A knife cut the rope binding his wrists. Two men forced him into a cold steel chair. Slowly, his eyes adjusted, and he saw he was in a small, windowless room. Figures in dark suits lurked just beyond the glow of the overhead fluorescent light. Seated across from him at a metal table, wearing a three-piece suit, was a bald man with a deep tan. A few days growth on his cheeks. Narrow, bloodshot eyes. Gold watch the size of a brick on his wrist. He looked like an insomniac James Bond villain.
By Michael O'Brien5 years ago in Criminal
The Eagle's Nest
Whilst he was alive, Claudio Bravo never became acquainted with Jules, but through a series of fortunate misfortunes, Jules would soon become rather intimately acquainted with the late Claudio Bravo. Like most people, Jules could use a bit of extra cash, but if he knew the strings attached to what was about to fall from the sky he might have chosen to carry on walking.
By Dan de Garre5 years ago in Criminal
The Good Life
Walter Johnson sits at the kitchen table, in his modest apartment, in a white t-shirt and boxers, finishing off the last cup of coffee. He takes the last gulp from his favorite "I Hate my Boss" mug, rises and heads toward the bathroom to perform the three S's. He brushes his teeth and shaves. When he's done shaving he stares into the mirror wondering "who is this guy?". He runs his fingers thru his hair revealing a receding hair line, pulls his skin taught to flatten the frown lines and wrinkles and inspects his yellowing teeth. He raises a pale, scrawny arm and he flexes his bicep. "Damn!" he swears under his breath. He turns and starts the shower running.
By Claire McKean5 years ago in Criminal
Containment Plan
“Three shackles paid out!” Smitty roared into his radio. The forceful expulsion of breath called for a refreshed gulp. A gulp like a fish out of water for the air was befouled with red dust. He spurted a curt curse as aerosolized rust particles rode that wild coaster, the WindPipe Express. This ship, he decided, anchored much too frequently.
By Nom de Guerre5 years ago in Criminal
Infiltrate
Pride is not only one of the deadly sins; it is the ringleader of sin itself. The residents of Skerritt, population 10,789 – soon to be adjusted downwards – were the definition of comfortably mundane; they woke, they dressed, they ate, they travelled, they worked, they slept, repeat.
By Sarah Agius5 years ago in Criminal
