Identity: Chapter Seventeen

And that didn't count the independent crime lords who weren't associated with a certain gang.

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The White Robe Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18 The afternoon sun shone through the window in Caitlin's cell, casting long, barred shadows along the floor. She lay on her bunk and looked up at the rough-textured ceiling, thinking back to the night at Amanda's and trying even harder to...

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The White Robe Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16 Caitlin sat in the same spot in the yard while the other girls spent their yard time in motion around her. She didn't feel like moving at all, even after being locked in the small cell for the last two days. She watched as some of them...

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The White Robe Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14 Caitlin stood at her cell window and looked out over the courtyard. She hadn't moved from that spot since the firing squad had done their duty and executed the girl in the white robe. As she looked down at the courtyard now, she could still...

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The White Robe Chapter 26

Corbett stood up from the chair and stretched, surveying the room that he'd just spent the last six hours in. Two pizza boxes and an empty soda bottle rested on a folding table off to the side with a small stack of paper plates on the edge. Two...

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The White Robe: Epilogue

Caitlin sat on the couch in the warm beam of sunlight that filtered through the living room window. The bandages were finally off, and the stitches had come out. She was healing nicely, at least on the physical side. The nightmares still came, and she...

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The White Robe Chapter 28

He could see the remnants of the crime scene tape hanging off the end of the gate, fluttering lightly in the barely perceptible breeze.

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The White Robe Chapter 27

The crime scene boys went over the brighton's house with a microscope, didn't they?" "yeah, as thoroughly as always. they don't usually miss anything," corbett frowned. "why?" "well, hunter's phone is there.

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Junk for Joy

#1 of furworld rough draft of chapter one of my story of gritty fur crime and addiction showcasing the horrors of an ill spent life and just how easy it is to fall into.

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Behind the Blue Line - Episode 1

"Sir." The chief was handed a phone by his Lieutenant. "It's for you Sir, we're recieving numerous reports of a disturbance in Midtown." The old blood hound didn't even need to answer the phone. He turned in his chair, looked out the window and growled...

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[Detective Thursdays] For Sale

I was packing for the trip, wandering around my apartment picking things up, putting them down. As my paws rested on a picture of my academy class I turned and sat down with it. My mind going back to my first night as a real police...

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[Detective Thursdays] Silver Knife

He motions for me to wait an then walks over to the crime scene unit. he knows i can't resist having my own look, it's in my nature. though as i lift the sheet i wish it wasn't.

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