Barbara Case Speers's Blog – September 2014 Archive (4)

Turning Point

 Visually perusing the waiting room, Vinny saw his homie who appeared to be in a world of his own. Steve counted the specks on the terrazzo foundation. White bloodless…

Warning

Standing at the door, the young man offered his two cents. “What in the hell are you doing in a hospital bed on a night like this? What, you pissed off your girlfriend’s husband? Did he come home too early?”

“Aye, Alvarez that’s top secret stuff. I don’t need you telling the whole world about my private life.”

Looking down the hallway and glancing back, “I hope you left your…

While driving the unmarked-company vehicle Steve dialed his fiancé’s number but she wasn’t picking-up. Listening to her voicemail’s tagline for the umpteenth time, the irked man waited for the beep and finally left a message.

“Barb, I’m pulling into your driveway. Our flight didn’t take off. I hope that your auto-answer is on because I don’t want to barge in and frighten you. I figured I’d give you a heads-up; I’m staying…

I Won’t Be Home For Christmas

Vinny mulled things over while sitting in a parked car in an underserved community. The Neighborhood Crime Stoppers resigned years ago, allowing corruption to infiltrate every nook and cranny like melted butter on a hot English muffin. The detective’s officiousness sent him on a wild-goose chase an hour drive from home. This dick didn’t ruminate his personal welfare. The stallion is a risk-taker and ventured into the war zone. His…