Confused? No, you didn’t miss a post. We’re (aka another one of Avi’s brilliant ideas) trying something different today. It’s a one-day round robin story over three different blogs.
We’d each love feedback, so if it’s not too much trouble, leave a comment on each part, will ya?
So, you need to start at Avi’s for part 1, come on back here for part 2 (he’ll have a link and everything for ya) and then continue on to Miss Britt’s for part 3. Start here for Part 1
Clusterfucked Continued
Naked, bloody, with a corpse in my floor words failed me. Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice cried out, “What would Magnum P.I. do?” Charm them, that’s what he’d do.
“Uh, hi guys.” I said mustering a charming yet devilish grin, which seriously lacked the effect I desired considering I was missing the mustache and sparkly eyes that Magnum was known for.
Chapter 3
Sadie couldn’t believe her luck. The long, empty beach stretched out in front of her providing an endless workout without having to dodge dogs, kite enthusiasts, or couples taking a romantic morning walk.
The job was done, it might have been a little messy, but an hour from now she’d check her off-shore bank account and find a tidy little deposit of $50,000.00 In the end, the mess didn’t matter, only the final result and a complete lack of witnesses.
The morning was overcast but this wasn’t anything unusual for Pismo. The sand felt great beneath her new Asics, her calves were already starting to burn and she could feel her heart rate picking up.
Mid-stride something stopped her cold. “I have got to be hallucinating.” She thought to herself in complete disbelief. She closed her eyes, tried to center her mind, and took a deep breath.
Nope, he was still there in some hideous purple robe and riding a horse no less. Maybe this was that flashback acid trip she was promised back in high school?
He galloped past and she watched in dismay as the robe fluttered in the wind exposing his bare ass.
“How in the hell did that happen? He’s supposed to be dead!”
The healthy jog pace turned into a dead sprint as she ran back down the beach to the parking lot where her black, Suburban was parked. She kept a car seat in the back for her niece and the rear cargo compartment had a false floor where she kept her “tools.”
The suburban was the perfect cover for her line of work. Sadie could cruise through any neighborhood and look like any other soccer mom, even though she had no intention of ever becoming a soccer mom or a mom at all for that matter. Her niece, Emma, was her one driving passion, well, that and her job.
She hopped in, flipped open the center console and retrieved a large manila envelope. Aha, just as she suspected. The rider in the hideous purple robe and bare ass was the guy that she had taken care of the night before. She pulled out the stat sheet and double checked the address; she had never made a mistake like this, not a single time in the last 10 years.
“Shit!” She exclaimed, slamming her hand down on the steering wheel. She didn’t know who the sad sap back at that apartment was, but it damn sure wasn’t her mark.
Ripping out of the parking lot she hopped on to the PCH headed back to that apartment to finish the job once and for all.
“Son of a bitch!” She hissed as she whipped around two minivans and a church bus.
She pulled up in front of the apartment; the door was only half open just as she had left it. He hadn’t made it back yet. Twenty minutes later she watched as he rode up on a bicycle and ran to the front door.
She watched him pause and then saw his bare ass flash again as he leapt through the door like some goon in an action movie. Knowing the scene just inside the door, Sadie knew there was only one way to handle this situation.
Flipping open the glove compartment she grabbed the standard police issue handgun. She’d consider the lifeless sap in the living room a freebie. But the mark in the purple whore robe had just had his last bicycle ride.
Creeping up to the doorway she saw him standing there, covered in blood, and looking fairly stunned. The corpse still sat where she had left it, but the neat pool of blood was now smeared all over the tile and all over her mark.
Sadie assumed her most official voice and shouted, “Police! Freeze!”
Continued at Miss Britt’s…
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