Mystery
H&K: Path of Knowledge
Chapter 9 Karen sat at the end of the couch in the family room, watching the news that was showing an earlier press conference concerning Doctor Martin. Karen was home alone with her baby daughter, Julia, while her other children were at a sleepover at her sister’s. Her hand covered her mouth as she stifled a gasp as they announced that the police had released Doctor Martin and all charges were dropped due to false information and no proof of the allegations. Her heart sank and her stomach knotted. How could they sweep it all under the rug? The conference added that they were seeking Officer Bob Roy for questioning in connection with falsifying evidence. She didn’t notice as the window pane of her back door was covered in duct tape as a brick lightly tapped the pane of glass out. A hand reached in and unlocked the back door as the intruder made his way into the house without alerting Karen.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Fiction
H&K: Path of Knowledge
Chapter 7 Bob arrived home after seven at night, fuming as Hank pulled up behind him. He pulled into the carport before climbing out of the Honda SUV, muttering to himself. Hank walked up and closed the gate before Bob could take hold of the gate.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Fiction
H&K: Path of Knowledge
Chapter 6 The next day, Tess and Bob’s children returned home from their grandparents. Tess had found the strength to overcome her frustration and finally stopped apologizing for her outburst the day before. She poured herself into researching comments about Doctor Martin’s online blogs and other sources. Numerous patients and other women had posted about his behavior toward them. There were several articles of lawsuits filed by Doctor Martin for defamation of character that he had won against several women who had accused him of inappropriate actions. When the research got too much, she would step away from the computer and go to the garage where they had a punching bag and sparring dummy set up for when they had all taken karate and taekwondo. Tess had even taken kickboxing at one point, enjoying the intense workout it gave her.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Fiction
H&K: Path of Knowledge
Chapter 5 Hank had found the car keys were for a green 1965 Mustang parked not far away. After inspecting it, he found a couple of duffel bags full of weapons, clothes, and equipment he would need. He found a set of earbud transceivers and two radios with spec ops tactical throat mics. A small plastic container held two pounds of C4 and four detonators. There was an M4 carbine with twenty-one thirty-round magazines and ten magazines for the H&K. Hank smiled when he saw the batch of baby’s breath flowers the garrote wrapped around it. Baby’s breath was Sarasin’s favorite flower.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Fiction
H&K: Path of Knowledge
Chapter 3 Hank sat at the kitchen table waiting for the response he knew would be coming, staring out at the sound-reducing barrier along the highway on the other side of the housing development. His mind wandered back over twenty years in the past to March 1991 when Hank found himself at the US Army hospital known as Landstuhl Regional Medical Center at Rhineland-Pfalz, Germany, where he found himself recovering from wounds received while on patrol during Desert Shield in November 1990. Hank remembered that day like it was yesterday.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Fiction
H&K: Path of Knowledge
Chapter 1 Tess sat across the table in the hospital cafeteria as the breakfast rush began, staring in disbelief into the face of Doctor Jim Martin, a doctor associated with the hospital she worked as a nurse. She went rigid as he reached across the table to place his hands over hers. He smiled as he continued to speak. She pulled her hands from under his and put them at the edge of the table. His eyes dropped to her breasts. His toothy smirk jolted her into movement. In a flash, she sprang to her feet, hastily pushing the chair back. She grabbed her purse and leaned forward.
By Shawn David Kelley3 years ago in Fiction
The Scar Grinned At Me From the Mirror
It was twisted and purple, ugly, and was grinning back at me. I slammed my eyes closed, sweat running down my forehead. The staples hurt today, and I expected the scar underneath to be ugly, but nothing like this. The incision ran from my left arm across my chest to my right arm, where the intruder had cut me before I shot him. He lay bleeding on the floor and started smiling, and the smile turned into a hilarious laugh as he died, and I swear he was still laughing when he passed away. A day I would rather forget.
By Denise Willis3 years ago in Fiction
