Amidst her ranting and raving, the sound of sirens were heard. I couldn’t tell if they were coming from the phone or directly from outside, but it really didn’t matter. The cops were here which meant they’d put a stop to the insanity. Through my phone, I heard the voice of Detective Bradley shouting for… Continue Reading
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Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter fourteen, part one
“Father, please be with Linda as she makes her journey back home.” The priest was droning on and on, and it was obvious that he hadn’t known Lydia as he spoke about her in the most generic terms possible. Besides, she wasn’t a Christian, so I doubted that God would be guiding her anywhere. Even… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter thirteen, part two
“What the hell was that about? Did he think we were that stupid? No fucking way I’m going to be his patsy.” “Chill, Bet,” Rafe said, patting my knee before zooming out of his parking spot. “If he doesn’t tell the cops, we will. Simple like that.” “I have a feeling we should have taken… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter thirteen, part one
“Goddamn it,” I mumbled, the phone breaking through the fog in my head. I squinted at the clock and saw that it was eight in the morning. Normally, that wouldn’t be too early, but Rafe and I hadn’t gone to sleep until one-thirty. “This better be fucking important,” I mumbled into the receiver without even… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter twelve, part three
“The first time I met Brian, something zinged through me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he felt the same way.” A faraway look came into her eyes and despite the serious circumstances, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “After that, we made excuses not to spend time… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter twelve, part two
“Bea? This is Brian. I just wanted to let you know that the service will be on Sunday.” He gave me the details, and I assured him I’d be there. It was difficult for me to talk to him knowing what I knew, but I managed to hide my disdain. In the corner of my… Continue Reading
Duck Duck Dead Duck; chapter twelve, part one
“Happy birthday, Raphael!” My mother said, beaming at Rafe. We were at Tiburon’s admiring the fish in the aquarium they had in the middle of the room. I liked the mood lighting and the subtle atmosphere. We were the first ones there, and the server graciously led us to our table so we could wait… Continue Reading
Duck Duck Dead Duck; chapter eleven, part two
“Let’s go through it one more time,” Detective Bradley said, sounding bored. We were running through what had happened when I went out to the car and almost got shot, and this was the fourth time I had told the tale. I didn’t know what else he wanted me to say because it wasn’t that… Continue Reading
Duck Duck Dead Duck; chapter eleven, part one
After all that build up, it was anticlimactic that he wasn’t at home. I called his cell, but he wasn’t answering that, either. Briefly, I wondered where he was, but realized that I wasn’t in the position to query as I was the one who had insisted on my autonomy. What’s good for the goose… Continue Reading
Duck Duck Dead Duck; chapter ten, part four
I decided to check my email as I hadn’t bothered for the past few days. I wasn’t one of those people who compulsively checked her email several times a day, feeling blue if nobody sent me anything. I viewed it more as a nuisance than anything else—a necessary evil, if you will. I sat at… Continue Reading