One time thing_A Rift in Reality_Who Zeked Roger Johnson?_Death
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One time thing
Dead, he said. His words carried the usual weight of someone who is not used to death, someone who maybe fears an unsettling reaction from the receptor of those grim news he had to deliver; after all, the only thing scarier than the absence of emotions is their very display. I wanted to laugh, really, tell him to not be so frail and hesitant, it is nothing but pathetic. Yes, Lucas has been dead for years now! Shout it! Proclaim it! Do not be faltering, looking at me as if I was the poor man who got the news too late. Of course I knew he was dead. I live right next door. What a stupid creature....
A Rift in Reality
The constant glare www.onedoor.ccof the florescent lights revealed a department that never slept. At nearly eight thirty, the morning shift was slowly arriving; only a few people remained from the previous evening. Special Agent Sarah Diekman sat at her desk and rubbed her eyes. After a fourteen-hour night shift consisting of paperwork, a pointless stakeout, several useless interrogations, followed by more paperwork, she wanted nothing more than to go home and climb in to bed and sleep. She pushed back her chair and stood as though energy and momentum were required to perform the act. Holding her purse and...
Who Zeked Roger Johnson?
Roger Johnson is very tired; it’s Friday afternoon and it’s been a long week. He’s looking forward to the weekend; there’s a baseball game he’s taking in with his son, his co-worker and his daughter. But first they must wrap up work; there’s a rumor that both men are duty-bound to check out. It’s almost Halloween of 1953; the weather has turned cool quickly and fall is definitely in the air. Maryland in the autumn is a fine place to be and Roger’s wife Betty has been baking pies lately; he can hardly get home to see what’s she’s been busy with all day. But before that can transpir...
Death
“OK, I give up. If this is a trap, I don’t get it.”The Smuggler looked up. He seemed surprised. “You. My men said you drowned.”Shadow smiled. “You really thought you’d get rid of me that easily?”“I probably should have known better.”Shadow scanned the dining room. Still nothing. No henchmen, no dogs, no movement of any kind. Nothing but a gorgeous view of the sun setting on New York City.“We’re alone,” the Smuggler said. “If you’d like to join me.”Shadow leapt onto the table. It seemed sturdy enough. What was he playing at? If there weren’t any guards, maybe he was protected by trapdoors? Lase...