In the next series of frames, he could see Merrimac smoothly part the crowd on his way to check out their suspects.
And then running.
And then falling.
Over and over and over again. Until the scene lost its affect.
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Posted 15 June 2010
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The silent Hancock at her heels, she made her way along the yellow-bricked carpet all the while praying her quarry would stay put. It did. In fact, by the time she came within hearing distance, the conversation was still going strong.
And what she heard didn’t make any sense.
“I like the sound of the payoff, sure. But I just don’t know. It still sounds risky,” the man was saying.
Joe shook his salt-and-pepper head. “It’s not. We pull in a lot of money at these kinds of events, not to mention what we get on paper. Yours will blend right in—one pledge among many.”
I’d had them minutes before; I knew I did. But as of this precise moment, I had no idea where they had gone. Beyond any doubt they had to be somewhere in the house. After all, I’d driven myself home not ten minutes before and had visited a grand total of three rooms.
They weren’t in any of them.
Today’s incident was mostly her own fault; she recognized that. But she also understood that no kind of security was completely infallible, especially when pitted against a determined antagonist. She couldn’t count on anyone to protect her. Not Kevin Briggs, not Hancock, and not Kyle Merrimac.
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Posted 27 April 2010
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His gaze traveled out onto the ice where our top line, Ensley-Krupp-Casper, set up against line two, Cooper-Mattheis-Bordeleau. My line, ordinarily, but Mattheis skated at my center spot for now. I looked back toward Coach and saw his eyes on me again. He didn’t seem angry or upset, like he usually did when chastising a player. No, he looked…uncomfortable, and not in way that made me think happy thoughts about the coming conversation either.
“Just got off the phone with Allan,” he named our organization’s General Manager and my world shifted horribly. I knew what today was.
She took one tentative step, and then another. All around her, musicians and dancers filed off stage. She would be among the last to leave. Though the blackness pressed in, she felt her shoulders relax. Nothing bad could get to her; the new security team was too good.
A warm trickle of breeze swept past her ear. Within it bubbled the hint of a malignant chuckle.
“Found you.”
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Posted 13 March 2010
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At the platform edge, his gaze flashed down, then back up, scanning the half-empty house once more. She was down there, all right, in a tumbled heap of too high heels, white faux leather, and metallic sequins that glittered silver, gold, and bronze. She’d landed on her side, and long tendrils of honey blonde hair obscured her face. With only that brief look, he couldn’t tell whether she breathed or no.
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Posted 05 March 2010
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