Tuesday, September 29, 2009



Chuck thanked Millie and took the strong box back to the conference room. Danica was waiting with gloves, evidence bags and inventory sheets. Neither detective knew what to expect. He inserted the key into the lock. Immediately, they realized they’d just received a treasure trove. The only thing missing when he cocked the lid back was a ray of light.
Dara blinked rapidly. She thought she was alone. She thought she could step out, return to the party and wait for Chuck to kick down the doors and make an arrest. But there had been a change in the plans, and she missed the memo. Before she could speak or defend herself, the iron fist tore into her face over and over again. The room slowly faded to black.

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