NOT EDITED Chapter Nine 3:17 PM; LOS ANGELES TRAUMA CENTER, CARE ROOM SEVEN Too much pain. Noises too loud. Lights too bright. Bo squeezed his eyes shut with a groan. The hand that immediately found his was too warm to be Bridget’s and probably not clammy enough to be David’s. The slight perfumey smell wasContinue reading “Highway Butcher – Chapter Nine”
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Highway Butcher – Chapter Eight
A/N: As a heads up, I’m currently in and out of exhaustion and fatigue flair-ups pretty frequently, as one of my girls has been sick for the last two months now and just had a feeding tube with that so far has just kind of been a host of problems, and the constant in andContinue reading “Highway Butcher – Chapter Eight”
Highway Butcher – Chapter Seven
NOT EDITED Chapter Seven 9:01 AM; LOS ANGELES TRAUMA CENTER, CARE ROOM SEVEN Jamal had stayed with Bridget until Bo’s parents turned up. At the very least, she wouldn’t be alone during Bo’s medicated slumber. He wanted to stay until Bo was awake, but truthfully, even he knew Bo was likely still better off notContinue reading “Highway Butcher – Chapter Seven”
Highway Butcher – Chapter Six
NOT EDITED Chapter Six Monday: June 15, 2020 12:20 AM; LOS ANGELES, BRIDGET DECKER’S HOUSE, MASTER BEDROOM Bo helped shove what felt like the millionth bra into one of David’s duffle bags before zipping it up. Bridget did the same across the room. Socks, shirts, jeans, makeup. Anything. Everything. She wanted as much of itContinue reading “Highway Butcher – Chapter Six”
Highway Butcher – Chapter Five
NOT EDITED Chapter Five 8:00 PM; LOS ANGELES, DAVID QUINN’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM From his place on the couch, Bo lifted his head as David came back into the room with two blankets and a pillow. “Thank you for offering to let me stay the night. I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.” David setContinue reading “Highway Butcher – Chapter Five”
Highway Butcher – Chapter Four
NOT EDITED Chapter Four 7:00 PM; LOS ANGELES, THE ATLANTIS HOTEL, PARKING LOT A young man sat in the driver’s seat of a car parked in the hotel’s front parking lot, one hand toying with his lanyard, spinning it around his hand, unwinding it, spinning it the opposite direction. It was more or less theContinue reading “Highway Butcher – Chapter Four”
Highway Butcher – Chapter Three
NOT EDITED Chapter Three 6:30 PM; LOS ANGELES, THE ATLANTIS HOTEL, PARKING LOT After Bo successfully ignored all of his text and call attempts, David climbed out of his car and headed up for the door. As long as Bo hadn’t switched rooms, he’d be on the second floor. For a while, he had practicallyContinue reading “Highway Butcher – Chapter Three”
Highway Butcher – Chapter Two
NOT EDITED Chapter Two 5:00 PM; WEST LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT, DETECTIVE DAVID QUINN’S DESK David lifted his head as Travis tossed a thin stack of papers onto his keyboard. “So I’m guessing nothing helpful?” “No, nothing more than what we already assumed, honestly. Marks match the lacerations on the first victim to a T.Continue reading “Highway Butcher – Chapter Two”
Surgeon – Epilogue
NOT EDITED Epilogue Sunday: May 31, 2020 6:00 AM; LOS ANGELES, LAS VIRGENES ROAD The thing about crimes of opportunity is that there’s no time for planning. No time to pursue the stores for your weapon of choice. No time to decide if you commit it during the day or at night. No time toContinue reading “Surgeon – Epilogue”
Surgeon – Chapter Thirty-Four
NOT EDITED Chapter Thirty-Four 5:00 PM; LOS ANGELES, THE ROGER ROOM Bo didn’t have to look up to place the footsteps approaching his booth. “Did you stalk me here, or does this just happen to be your lunchtime booze run?” “I didn’t stalk you, but I… did come here for you,” Jamal said. “May IContinue reading “Surgeon – Chapter Thirty-Four”
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