Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Monday, February 27, 2017
The Roman Lee Series "Crimson Rows"......... The Bite
THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"CRIMSON ROWS"
One
6:45PM
Seven- year old Riley Olk had been having the time of
her life. Her father’s family reunion
was winding down. The parking lot near
the pavilion was nearly empty now. The Olk’s couldn’t have asked for a better
day. There hadn’t been a hint of a cloud
in the clear marble blue sky all day. The temperature never went above
seventy-eight degrees with almost no humidity.
Unlike the past week which saw torrential downpours that had left
standing water almost everywhere.
Riley made her last jump off the swing set
perfectly. The metal links of the chain
that had supported her small frame were beginning to settle.
“Race you to the Scape Riley.”
Riley’s cousin Adrianna took off running ahead of her
toward the wooden beamed structure filled with plastic tunnels and slides. The playscape finally abandoned by a large
family of boys from Nebraska. Although
related to them in some way they weren’t very nice. Despite many protests only boys were allowed onto
it. The only other time it had not been occupied was when everyone had gathered
to eat under the pavilion.
The girls clambered up the slide instead of using the
stairs. Some residual dirt from previous
occupants remained on the plastic making the footing a bit slippery as they
made their ascent. Reaching the first
tunnel Riley Olk found a small puddle of water trapped there from last weeks
thunderstorms bringing intense flooding throughout most of the area.
Riley stared down at the greenish water. Teeming with life the water seemed to move on
its own changing shapes every so often.
She turned to warn Adrianna.
“We need to go back.”
“Why?”
“Owww.”
Riley looked down on her small right hand horrified to
see a mosquito resting on top of her bluish veins. The damage had already been done. Six sharp needles retreated from her blood
vessels having filled the abdomen of its owner.
An Aedes Aegypti mosquito that had laid eggs just a few days earlier.
The girls backed out of the tunnel. Sliding down the green plastic slide they
reached the ground. A small bird lay
dead on the fringe of the sandy landing area with only a few flies circling
over its remains. Both girls paused to
stare at the lifeless form before running back towards their parents.
Riley Olk stopped momentarily to scratch her
hand. It had swollen considerably in the
last few minutes. Her skin itched
something terrible. The girls finally
reached the wooden picnic tables and sat down completely out of breath after
the sprint.
Riley’s father Matt Olk had just returned from his
final trip to the family’s Subaru after packing the red plastic Coleman cooler in the trunk.
“Ready Pumpkin?”
“Ready Daddy.”
“Ok, ready set 123 Go!”
Riley took her customary three steps back. Crouching down
she sprang forward leaping into the air.
Catching his daughter mid-flight he swung her up and around onto his
broad shoulders. Her hands now cupped
underneath his chin, they started toward the parking lot.
“We have everything Matt?”
His wife of ten years Annette Olk stopped to check the
pavilion once more before leaving on their trip back home.
“All set. I
double checked everything.”
“It was nice to see your side of the family for once.”
“It sure was. I
can’t remember the last one. I think I
was Riley’s age the last time I saw most of them.”
Looking in the rearview mirror he watched his daughter
fasten her seatbelt.
“What happened to your hand Pumpkin?”
“Skeeto got me.
It was really gross Dad. There
was this puddle that was moving inside the tunnel.”
“We’ll take a look at it when we get home.”
The Subaru reached the entrance of the expressway for
the short forty -minute ride home.
“Ready for takeoff co-pilot?”
“All systems check Daddy.”
Matt Olk pressed firmly down on the accelerator and
the car reached 80 miles per hour easily as they eased into the weekend
traffic.
Sunday, February 26, 2017
The Interview.......
Here is a partial transcript of my most recent interview.
Interview with Cole Steele
Published 2017-02-26.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
The Roman Lee Series ........Newsletter ...... SteeleGram
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Thursday, February 23, 2017
The Roman Lee Series "Crimson Rows" coming soon.....2017
THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"CRIMSON ROWS"
Dear Readers,
I am currently writing the next Novel in the series. Titled "Crimson Rows" our protagonist Detective Roman Lee along with his partner Lonnie Temple go up against powerful adversaries. One that cannot be seen without the use of a microscope, while the other a highly visible CEO of a major pharmaceutical company. Fear is soon spreading through the city of Kirkwood when a virus found only in a concealed diamond mining village of South America shows up in the ER.. A fatal pedestrian car accident links them to a conspiracy that will take them from the familiar comforts of Kirkwood to the dangerous depths of the Amazon and a discovery that will terrify the entire world.
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THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"BENEATH DEVIL'S LAKE"
Ned Harris is an Apex Predator and Huron University offers him an ideal landscape in which to stalk his prey. But no one is flawless. His ego has caused him to trespass over a line of perfection and into the crosshairs of Detective Roman Lee.
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Wednesday, February 22, 2017
The Roman Lee Series "Beneath Devil's Lake" ..... Teasing the Devil......
THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"BENEATH DEVIL'S LAKE"
Ned returned silently in the moonless night to
discover his interior light was on. It was impossible He shut the door
and buckled her in before leaving. The passenger door was open and she
was gone! How could this have happened? He had perfected the paralyzing
cocktail. It had never failed him. He couldn't turn his lights on
to search for her that would attract attention. She could not have gotten
far. Patience he had to wait. He listened as the night breeze skimmed
over the Lakes surface teasing the Devil as it was the only element that was
ever free of its grasp. There were no human sounds of distress. The
air was cold so he sat in his car with the windows down and the heat on so he
could still hear. Alexis was freezing and her clothes were soaked in wet
mud. She was trembling with fear and the onset of hypothermia not sure
what to do next. There wasn't a single bit of light and she couldn't see
anything. She was lucky to make out the edge of the bushes when the
interior lights were on. A high-pitched sneeze left her body involuntarily.
Ned turned off the ignition. He could have sworn he heard
something. He got out and walked around the car and stooped down to look
under it. A fluorescent yellow band glowing a few yards away. He
smiled to himself as he had put his bracelet away in the glove box before
grabbing the syringe in the parking lot.
He started the car back up and turned around and exited the area near the lake. Alexis listened as the car left. The crunching of the gravel underneath its tires slowly fading away. The effects of the injection now nearly gone had been replaced with cramping as she had remained absolutely still in her place of concealment for what seemed like an eternity. She had to find help and fast. Who was this psycho and where was Max if he had his car? She crawled out of from under the bushes. Savagely she was pulled up from the ground by the back of her hair. Ned quickly zipped tied her hands and then her ankles. He gagged her and through over his shoulder and marched toward the car. He opened the trunk and set her inside. The smell inside the cramped space was awful and offensive to the senses. It smelled like animal urine and formaldehyde from her eighth-grade biology class. As disoriented as Alexis was during the bumpy ride to the smooth street surface she was trying to figure out direction and speed along with the number of right and left turns. She wanted an idea of her location if she had another opportunity to escape.
He started the car back up and turned around and exited the area near the lake. Alexis listened as the car left. The crunching of the gravel underneath its tires slowly fading away. The effects of the injection now nearly gone had been replaced with cramping as she had remained absolutely still in her place of concealment for what seemed like an eternity. She had to find help and fast. Who was this psycho and where was Max if he had his car? She crawled out of from under the bushes. Savagely she was pulled up from the ground by the back of her hair. Ned quickly zipped tied her hands and then her ankles. He gagged her and through over his shoulder and marched toward the car. He opened the trunk and set her inside. The smell inside the cramped space was awful and offensive to the senses. It smelled like animal urine and formaldehyde from her eighth-grade biology class. As disoriented as Alexis was during the bumpy ride to the smooth street surface she was trying to figure out direction and speed along with the number of right and left turns. She wanted an idea of her location if she had another opportunity to escape.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
The Roman Lee Series "Beneath Devil's Lake" ..... Chasing down a lead... literally.....
THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"BENEATH DEVIL'S LAKE"
Thirty-Six
12:30PM
The single story run down home with peeling tan paint
was positioned on a corner of a dirt road.
A section of the eavestrough having been torn off left a string of old Christmas
lights dangling above an unkempt landscape.
Fast food bags along with empty energy drink cans were scattered on the
lawn. The address deceiving unless you
knew what you were looking for when searching for it. An older white Pontiac
parked in the driveway. We knocked on
the wooden front door a few times courtesy of a screen door missing its top
window.
A flash of eyes and teeth appeared briefly near the
top of the front door window. Lonnie put
his foot on the bottom of the screen door to brace it if the main door was
answered. Good thing he had done so the
door swung open and the dog hit the bottom screen bouncing back.
“Tiger get down. I said get down”
The dog immediately stood still as could be. A male in his 20’s answered. He had a slim build with neatly trimmed short
brown hair wearing a colorful pair of board shorts along with a printed shirt.
“Can I help you?”
I showed him my badge and ID.
“We would like to ask you a few questions do you have
a couple of minutes.”
“Sure, let me put my dog in the other room he’s not
too good with strangers.”
The door closed
and we could hear another one open and slam.
Lonnie looked at me all at once.
“Back door! Get the car now and get to the other side
of the block”
I ran into the neighbor’s backyard and could still see
the chain linked fence shaking where he had jumped over. I vaulted the fence and hit the ground
sprinting. Hearing the metallic sound of
another fence being mounted to my left as he had cut through another yard now
headed toward the street behind his house.
He made it across just before Lonnie got there.
“He’s going to the cemetery and try and make the
woods.”
He was already 20 yards ahead of me in the cemetery
running for his life. He stayed off the
little drives that weaved in and out between the tombstones and markers. I took off running after him. Playing basketball several times a week gave
me plenty of endurance to keep the pace. I eventually started to gain on
him. He was just a short distance away
from the ten -foot chain linked fence that separated the cemetery from the
thick woods. His breathing heavier and
now only a few feet behind him when he looked over his shoulder and went down
in a heap grabbing his foot. He had
stepped on the side of a grave marker and rolled his ankle.
“Why did you run?”
“I have some warrants and I didn’t want to go back to
jail.”
He was breathing hard and coughing trying to regain
his composure. We handcuffed him and ran
him through the system. He was telling
the truth. Brian Mates was wanted for
bond forfeiture along with breaking and entering.
“How long have you been contracting at Udrive?”
“A few months now since I got out the first time. It’s
the only job I could get.” “They don’t
run background checks and take a small daily commission from my fares.”
“Do you remember picking up a young woman with a pet
carrier at an apartment on Court Street?”
“My car still smells like piss and I can’t get the
smell out no matter what I do. She kept
apologizing the whole entire ride about the back seat. That dam cat had gone all over the cage
leaking out on my upholstery.”
Lonnie made eye
contact with him in the rear-view mirror as he drove.
“Where did you take her?”
“I dropped her off at that older Medical building in
the district.”
“How did she
pay you?”
“It was prepaid all I had to do was go and drop her
off.” “Who paid you?”
“I don’t know like I said it was prepaid. The corporate office might have it.”
“Do you remember if anyone met her at that building?”
“There was this guy standing there under the light
near the entrance.”
“What did he look like?”
“He had on this long white coat.”
“Did he look like a doctor or a lab worker?”
“It was kind of dark I’m not sure”
“Younger or older?”
“He was about my age I guess.”
We deposited Brian Mates into the county jail.
“Thought it was our guy for a minute?”
Monday, February 20, 2017
The Roman Lee Series "Beneath Devil's Lake" ..Donnie ,Shariff, basketball and friendship
THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"BENEATH DEVIL'S LAKE"
“What up Five-O You Ready to Ball This Morning?”
“Let’s go Donnie, I appreciate the ride.”
“No problem Five-O you know I got ya. Shariff been blowing up my phone all day
yesterday and this morning saying better not let me and Dexter be on the same
team or you gonna lose all day.”
“Let them be on the same team I said everyone is about
equal and can shoot. I’ll hold Dexter
and you get Shariff.”
“You sure Five-O?”
“I’m sure and when we win you owe me another ride to
the station.”
“Confidence Five-O I like it but just be sure to back
it up.”
We got to the YMCA at about 6:45am and went into the
gym where Dexter and Shariff and the rest of the guys were shooting around
warming up.
“Uh oh look who’s here. What’s up Roman?”
Dexter gave me
a quick fist bump. We split up teams by
shooting free throws and started to play.
Shariff and Dexter got to play on the same team as predicted. The games were close as always and we had
split the previous 4 games at 2 wins each.
The last game was tied and Dexter had the ball he tried to cross me over
and I ripped it clean. Donnie must have
anticipated it as well and took off down court.
I threw a no look behind the back bounce pass about a quarter of the way
down court that hit Donnie in stride and he layed it in and we won the
game. Stunned Shariff just shook his
head.
“Five-O I knew you were a good athlete but still?”
“Good games fellas but I gotta run, Donnie that ride?”
“Let’s go.” Bet
you Shariff putting my number on block right now laughing all the way to the
locker room.
Donnie dropped me off at the station. “
Thanks again Donnie.”
“No problem, but what you going to do about old girl
in the driveway?”
“I had it tuned up in the Spring not sure what’s wrong
with it.” Too many fast miles on it probably.
“You used to race that on the Blvd all the time back
in the day. Good thing your Dad never found out he would have whooped your ass for
sure Five-O.”
“Lot of memories with that Chevelle. I think I will have it towed to Smitty’s
Garage. Maybe those gearheads can figure
it out. I will get my truck out of
storage tonight.”
“You need another ride?”
“No, I’m good Lonnie can drop me off. “You know Donnie, I think I’m in the wrong
business.”
I pointed at his Escalade.
“No Five-O you in the right business, City needs
someone like you to watch out for it and protect it. Everyone says so.”
“Hey, I unplugged my PC at work before I left because
it was running some updates and I didn’t want to wait for it.” “Your good Five-O plug it in power it on and
reboot it should be alright. It may take
a few minutes but other than that all set.”
“I’ll text Monica in the meantime while that’s going
on.”
“You still trying?”
“What do you mean trying?”
“Just playing Five-O I know she’s your girl.”
“I wish it were that easy. I never have the time.”
“Look from what I can recall that Monica is one woman
that you want to have your kids Five-O don’t mess that up if you do anything.”
Donnie was right I needed to make some time and spend it
with Monica.
“See ya Donnie.”
“Later Five-O.”
He took off out
of the parking lot playing some Rick Ross with the bass up so high in his
Escalade causing every window in it to vibrate.
Donnie and Shariff had been my childhood friends growing up. They nicknamed me Five-O once I made
detective.
Donnie had started his own software company out of the
basement of his parents’ house right after high school. He had always had been
into technology. He taught himself most of it and took some classes at Huron
University. He wrote all the patient
software for most of the hospitals in the city of Kirkwood. He sold his Medical Software Company after
about 5 years when the tech bubble was at its peak making a considerable amount
of money from the sale. Now he develops
some Apps for Smartphones when he feels like it and plays basketball almost
every day, the easy life.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
The Roman Lee Series "Beneath Devils Lake" The bait...........
THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"BENEATH DEVIL'S LAKE"
Would you be able to start tomorrow evening?”
His cursor on the screen blinked for a minute or so.
“Yes, tomorrow sounds great.”
“Udrive will collect you at your home address and drop
you back off as part of additional compensation. The service will continue
during your participation in the study.”
“Do I tip the driver?”
“Tips are customary but not necessary as the grant
pays for the transportation. Please
provide the address and a phone number to verify for tomorrow evening.”
“Belmont Apartments building D off Commerce Street.”
Ned quickly clicked
the star sitting in the right corner of his screen and selected the Udrive site
from his favorites. He logged in waiting for the system to ask for the
destinations. He finally paid with a debit card waiting for his confirmation
number. He wrote it down after it
appeared and logged off.
Udrive was a ride share service similar to Uber and
Lyft. It was popular in Europe. Recently
it had been popping up all over the Unites States. Udrive paid their drivers in Bitcoin. The transactions were two part. The driver
was paid immediately as well as Udrive Corporate. The method was used because
the United States had blocked all US dollar transactions involving Udrive
because they did not pay taxes or agreed to any regulatory compliance. Bitcoin miners of course enjoyed the
multitude of blockchains that were created.
Tiffany Leblanc felt a sigh of relief as she gazed
across the living room and into the spare bedroom that now recently sat
empty. Her kitten Buttons rubbing
against her laptop moving it slightly off her lap. She could pay her rent now for another couple
of months. Her roommate had recently
gotten pregnant and moved back home.
Tiffany hated the thought of having to ask her parents for help
again. They had already loaned her money
which she needed to pay back. The
Research Study Test Subject opportunity could not have come at a better time. She hardly ever used her school email address
unless it was to send an assignment or use it to check on her financial
aid. We have a roof over our heads for a
few more months now little one as she picked up Buttons and gently kissed his
cheek. The kitten purred and rubbed
against her face with pure affection.
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One
3:15
AM
Anyone person on this earth can have their lives
altered in a few simple moments. A small
ripple in the lake of time. Even if they are the highlight of your chosen
profession.
The volume of the speaker inside my helmet had been
turned up by our equipment manager intentionally. A crowd of 150,000 screaming fans made it
even difficult to hear your own breathing let alone anyone up in the
booth. London was hot that early Monday September
night. We sounded like an army marching
in formation thru the tunnel hand in hand with our cleats clicking and clacking
in unison on the concrete. Running onto
the turf through a clever set of pyrotechnic displays we turned our attention
to the sky where fireworks jettisoned up into the atmosphere above the stadium
forming the team’s emblem. The playing of the National Anthem followed with a flyover
of four prototype stealth bombers on loan from the United States Airforce that
turned invisible as they approached the stadium magically reappearing flashing
red white and blue as they soared overhead.
Our defensive coordinator was barking instructions through my
helmet. I covered my earholes to block
out the noise from the stands to listen.
“Lee! Lee! Eagle Slant Cover 2, watch that slot receiver
they like to go to him early.”
We broke our huddle and waited for New York to get to
the line of scrimmage. My helmet inside
crackled once more.
“Lee!!! Welcome
to the show Roman!”
Our defensive coordinator Gary Foust had taken the job
with the expansion London Knights after winning a Superbowl the previous year
in Seattle. He had brought a lot of intensity to training camp. New York came to the line of scrimmage. Instantly New York’s QB was going through a
preread snap.
“Three eighty! Three eighty! Ready, Check, Check”, and
New York’s QB stood up and took a step back from underneath his Center. “Check
number 51 is the Mike! 51 is the Mike!”
I watched New York’s quarterback mouth repeat my #51
again pointing me out in slow motion. I
tapped my nose guard to slide over just a bit which in turn caused the whole
defensive line to shift. I yelled out to
our outside linebacker Darius Talon to watch the slot receiver and jam him up
at the line if he thought about coming across the middle underneath. I then turned my attention to New York’s
QB.
“Hey Smith you’re going to be the first victim on my
highlight reel I shouted. This play is
going to end badly for you. It’s either
an interception or a sack.”
Veteran New York QB Blake Smith looked at me mouthing the
words Fuck You Rookie and then continued with his cadence.
“Three eighty, three eighty, Ready, Ready Set!”
The clashing of
the composite plastic pads was exhilarating.
Thundering steps as the play went lateral left from my position. Their running back took the hand off and
bounced to the outside. Darius had also
read the run and set the edge beautifully turning the play back to the inside. I
scraped the line of scrimmage, shed the block from the pulling guard. Full tilt
bearing down on the ball carrier. I can see the ….. My alarm chimed. Always at that moment…why?
Saturday, February 18, 2017
The Roman Lee Series "Beneath Devil's Lake" Bonus Chapter (15 minutes of fame)
THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"BENEATH DEVIL'S LAKE"
Thirty-nine
7:00PM
Robert Stanwick arrived home and found his wife’s Audi
parked near the doorway. Most of the
time it was parked near the 4-car garage on the other side of their beautiful
brick home. He had purchased the Audi
for her shortly after they returned from their honeymoon in Antigua. The new Cadillac Escalade was in the garage
next to her empty spot. They each had
two vehicles. One was for the winter and
the other for the summer driving. Robert pulled around back with his Mercedes
and into his parking space inside the garage.
Getting out he grabbed his briefcase and laptop bag. He opened the back door that led into a small
hallway and eventually into the kitchen.
Must be a takeout night tonight he thought to himself opening the
refrigerator and not seeing his dish there.
Brie was not a great cook but she tried and had improved recently
noticing a stack of cooking magazines on the counter. Most nights she had dinner ready when he got
home and if he was running late it was in their built in subzero refrigerator
with a cute sticky note if she could not hold out any longer.
“Brie are you there? Where is my sexy spinning seductress” he
called.
The interior of the home was silent with no
response. His smartphone danced with
vibration accompanied by a ringtone whistle on the granite counter. It was a text from Brie.
“Out shopping and dinner with the girls from the
gym. Be back later. Your food is in the
micro. New Chinese dish.”
He flipped on the microwave for a couple minutes. It
gave him the time to put his coat away and remove his shoes. The pitched
alarm announced it had completed its reheating task. The plate was hot to
the touch. He grabbed a knife and fork deciding he would read at the
breakfast nook and eat. He cut a piece and chewed, it tasted peculiar but
seemed edible. Brie was trying new dishes not content to stick with
recipes she was comfortable with any longer. He had to commend her for
the effort. As he chewed and read his favorite authors newest release “The
Harvest Scar” he felt a tingling sensation in his mouth. His next
bite brought the sound of his tooth breaking off along with searing pain in his
mouth and jaw line. The feeling of something solid and sharp. Robert extracted
the object from his mouth and was in obvious pain. It was an
ominous sign of events yet to unfold. It was Brie's wedding ring!
He placed it on the napkin next to his plate. But something else more shocking
had caught his eye. The very end of a painted index finger peeking out of
the egg roll. Hairs on the back of his neck stood erect and nausea
attacked him viciously as he understood he had just consumed part of his
wife. He was unable to move and wanted to get to the kitchen sink to
vomit. He reached for the top button of his shirt as he began to perspire
heavily. Looking down at the table his hand had not moved an inch. His
breathing became labored as he fell forward from his seated position smashing
his face on the wooden table sending the plate and its morbid contents crashing
to the floor. Laying there facing the kitchen sink his breathing
now considerably slower and shallow he realized he had been poisoned. The
Tetrodotoxin had scored its victory over Robert Stanwicks body in less than a
few minutes. The poison was selected by Ned Harris because of its fast-acting
properties. Much like the succhynicoline it rendered the victim
helpless. Muscles in the body were neutralized. TXX was lethal in
small amounts. It had been purchased online from a Chinese Herb
store. Ned had warned him in a previous
email and now that he had been called in to consult for the task force he had
to be eliminated. His beautiful wife was a wonderful bonus.
Robert had just notified the Vice President that he was requesting a sabbatical to assist in the investigation. He was eager for the opportunity having grown weary of the endless meetings and petty squabbling that he had to mediate.
His contributions toward the capture would solidify his legacy as the worlds’ most prolific criminal profiler. He could see the accolades now, true crime television, book advances and speaking engagements. He had been watching Ned at work now for some time. Ever since they met on the website. Ned was a monster unlike any of the serial killers he had tracked or interviewed. Sure, there were the intelligent charmers like Bundy. Ned Harris was a shell of a human being driven only by his desire to control and kill his victims. His intelligence must be off the charts. His first kill was probably a low-profile victim. Could have been a prostitute or homeless person. He was now preying on a segment of society that required skill and precision. But like most serial murderers he wasn't trying to get caught it was his ego that would betray him. The arrogance and feeling of superiority always dominated these personality disorders.
Robert had just notified the Vice President that he was requesting a sabbatical to assist in the investigation. He was eager for the opportunity having grown weary of the endless meetings and petty squabbling that he had to mediate.
His contributions toward the capture would solidify his legacy as the worlds’ most prolific criminal profiler. He could see the accolades now, true crime television, book advances and speaking engagements. He had been watching Ned at work now for some time. Ever since they met on the website. Ned was a monster unlike any of the serial killers he had tracked or interviewed. Sure, there were the intelligent charmers like Bundy. Ned Harris was a shell of a human being driven only by his desire to control and kill his victims. His intelligence must be off the charts. His first kill was probably a low-profile victim. Could have been a prostitute or homeless person. He was now preying on a segment of society that required skill and precision. But like most serial murderers he wasn't trying to get caught it was his ego that would betray him. The arrogance and feeling of superiority always dominated these personality disorders.
His life review was short. Flashes of childhood memories mixed with current ones. The game winning hit in his final little league game. The marriage to Brie and the days of endless physical bliss during their honeymoon in Antigua. Ned Harris emerged from the other room and stood in front of Robert Stanwick. He squatted down so they could see eye to eye before Stanwick's body went lifeless.
“I wanted to make sure that you understood the scope
of my power. It's unfortunate that our correspondence had to end like
this. I know you would have wasted little time into turning yourself into
some national hero. You will still have your fifteen minutes of fame just
not the way you intended.”
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“The Spotlight.” His posture had noticeably changed a
bit.
“What about it?”
“I caught some guy dealing in the club. Alex and
Viktor can be shady sometimes but not like that.”
“I’m listening.”
“I’m not going to risk losing my job if the club gets
shutdown because someone’s dealing inside.”
“So, you took it upon yourself to represent the entire
criminal justice system.”
“I escorted the douche bag to the door and outside
like were supposed to. Well, his boys come around the corner. We’re on the
sidewalk now near the street. Running their mouths saying take your hands off
our boy. You’re going to get fucked up. Out of the corner of my eye I see one
of them reach into his waistband. I dropped
him right there with an uppercut. His gun falls on the cement.”
“You didn’t”
“I picked it up and they scattered like roaches. That’s when Kirkwood’s finest, your people
showed up. They draw on me telling me to
drop it not even listening to me as I tried to explain what happened. They were less than cordial Roman.”
“You had a gun out in the open. You’re also a
convicted felon. Disappointed somehow in the performance of their duties?”
“Always the Smartass.”
The alcohol was starting to wear off. He sat down across from me.
“What’s the plan?”
“Laying low for now.
I was talking with Alex and Viktor about it before you got here. He
knows the girlfriend of the guy I knocked out. Said she has it on her cell. The
whole thing. He is trying to contact her. The video will show self-defense and
that the gun was his.”
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Friday, February 17, 2017
The Roman Lee Series "Beneath Devil's Lake" ...... Roman Lee.....When the World Needs a Hero!!!
THE ROMAN LEE SERIES
"BENEATH DEVIL'S LAKE"
One of the doors were still opened. Someone must have left it that way when they
fled out of the office. Pulling out my 9
MM I started to clear the lower floor.
Papers were strewn all over.
Computer terminals smashed with power cords pulled violently from the
outlets. Personal desk items and photos
were strewn about the entire floor. Near
the stair case movement behind me. The
hammer cocked with my finger on the trigger I whipped around finding Joel’s
secretary. Her hand over her mouth
trembling she was sitting on the floor refusing to get up. Gently I eased her into my arms shuttling her
away from the building to a large tree setting her down beside it.
“What happened?”
“The Larkin woman.
Her Father. He reeked of
alcohol. He… He… asked for Joel when he
came back from lunch. He must have
waited for him. He pulled out a gun
shooting at everything destroying the place.
Someone told him Joel was upstairs.
Everyone must have gotten out except us.”
“Everything will be ok. Stay here until an officer arrives.”
“You’re not going in again?”
Using a back stairwell, I slowly ascended to the 2nd
Floor. While easing the door open a rush
of trapped air made its way out. The
tirade of an inebriated grieving father echoed down the hall.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
SteeleGram preview......
PASSION
Dear Readers,
I wanted to take a brief moment and talk about passion.
We all have it in some form or another. It's what drives us. Inspires others to do the same. For some it happens early lasting a lifetime. Some later on but it burns with the same intensity when you find it.
When your passion is truly ignited there is nothing that can alter it's course.
I write to entertain You, the readers of my Novels & Blog. There are stretches of weeks where 4 hours worth of sleep a night are all that is necessary. Because I want to bring you the absolute best I write at every possible moment that time allows. You may find me in the grocery line writing notes on my phone because of an idea. No worries I wouldn't hold up the line intentionally. If it did happen I could promise you the best paragraph of that chapter. All kidding aside here is some news regarding my recent work.
My latest Novel "Beneath Devil's Lake" is in the final round of editing and will be published soon.
"Crimson Rows" will be available in the summer.
My Newsletter "SteeleGram" starts next month. Each edition will include a few paragraphs perhaps a chapter. To be included send me your email address at the following:
Regards,
Cole Steele
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