Chapter Sixteen (Part One) “The cop on the case is clean,” Mowgli informs Trip late Monday morning. “I managed to finagle a meeting with him, and he’s not one of the assholes.” “You sure about that?” Trip asks, rubbing her eyes. She hasn’t slept well all week, and it’s beginning to catch up to her.… Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen Sunday night. Trip and Mowgli have to wait until the day after viewing the pictures and discs because they needed to do some prep work. This is not a situation that they want to walk into without carefully planning what they’re going to do. Both recognize the volatile nature of what they’re about… Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen They have it—the evidence needed to nail the mayor. Sam Davies—the fucking hypocrite and so much more. First, there’s Blanche’s final note written a few days before she died. She finally uses his name instead of calling him ‘sweetie’, which, of course is not proof in and of itself. She writes how if… Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Thirteen (Part Three)
Chapter Thirteen (Part Three) “Mowgli, bring the key here,” Trip orders, rising to her feet. She brushes the dust of her jeans as she waits for her partner in crime. Mowgli ambles over, key in hand. When he sees the suitcase, he begins to laugh. “Bigger than a breadbox,” he snorts, slapping his thigh. “How… Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Thirteen (Part Two)
Chapter Thirteen (Part Two) “You got it?” I ask the minute we reach the hotel and are safely in our room. “I got it,” Vandalia grins, pulling a packet out of her bag. “The manager was more than delighted to help me and completely understood how a touch of arthritis made signing my name so… Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Thirteen (Part One)
Chapter Thirteen (Part One) “Wake up, Sunshine,” Mowgli shakes me out of a deep but restless sleep. “Huh, what?” I mutter, burrowing my head under the pillow. “Shouldn’t you be oblivious or something?” “Get up,” Mowgli repeats, plucking the pillow off my head. With a reluctant sigh, I heave my body in an upright position. … Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve “Which one of you is Lolli?” I ask, scanning the girls clustered under the light. It is three o’clock, and the girls are showing their wear-and-tear. I used to hate this time of night because you’re dead tired on your feet and still have another hour or so to go. Everything is snapping… Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven Trip sits in her car, decked out in black. She has come home after a long journey, her clothes signifying a return to self. The minute she strips out of the ridiculous clothes she’s been wearing all week and slips into her black jeans, black t-shirt with long sleeves, black windbreaker, black gloves… Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten “What the hell is going on?” Vandalia is seriously pissed off at the scene in front of her eyes. Greeley is on his feet, his back to a crouching Trip who is slowly rising. Mowgli is trailing Vandalia, but not nearly as concerned. “She spit on me!” Greeley says indignantly, his cheek still… Continue Reading
Trip on This: Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine I am still simmering and don’t want to even be in the same room as Greeley, let alone brainstorm with him. Who the hell died and made him god? How dare he intimate that I have done something to bring this upon myself. That’s like telling a rape victim that she shouldn’t have… Continue Reading