New World Order, Chapter 12: Interlude at the Door (Brock)

Fresh from the shower, the melodious tones of his wind chimes caught Brock’s attention. He shuffled over to the stairwell. Originally, the brownstone had been divided up into flats; convenience prompted him to keep the front door buzzers on each level when he remodeled. Of course, his sanity and temper changed the harsh buzz to this sound when premonitions of interruptions whil...
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New World Order, Chapter 11: Scene But Not Heard (Belinda)

Belinda parked in front of the quiet house, police ‘do not cross’ tape blocking off the front yard from the neighbors. No neighbors congregated in front of the yard. The street had an abandoned feel, as if everyone hid from the ugliness of earlier. Street lights provided some illumination, but the house seemed shadowed with no porch light or any internal lamps turned on.“We ...
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Chapter 10: A Pie for All Seasons (Belinda)

Belinda Gary swung by her house to feed the animals on her way to the precinct. Just as she went in to wash up, a car pulled up outside. A burgundy Shelby Cobra parked behind her Prius, its paint immaculate and gleaming. It reminded her of the kind of car her brother would drive if he weren’t so obsessed about the environment.She wasn’t really one to talk, since she cared as...
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New World Order, Chapter 9: A Pint of Harp (Brock)

Brock walked into the dim interior of the pub his eyes searching for Kelly, his usual waitress. Or, more accurately, his uncle’s. With the size of Uncle Matt’s tips, not only did his uncle get great service, but Kelly’s teenaged son was assured of a college fund. After dealing with his Gran for two hours, Brock really needed a pint of Harp. He knew where his great uncle would b...
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New World Order, Chapter 8: In Plain Sight (Belinda)

Belinda stretched in her warm cocoon of blanket and quilts. She hated sleeping in a stuffy room, so even though Wisconsin nights got chilly, she always jacked down the thermostat before tumbling into bed. Rolling on her back the scarab ached a bit, reminding her that the skin had been broken and need extra care and attention. It also reminded her of true reason for her deep, re...
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New World Order, Chapter 7: Promised Fulfilled (Brock)

Brock rolled away from his easel, well satisfied with the progress he made. He captured on canvas the way Jon’s huge hands cradled a mug of chai. Smiling, he remembered the suspicious way the detective sniffed it before tasting. Already he had several drawings in charcoal, but Brock knew that this pair of hands would be added to his oil collection. His mother’s hands holding he...
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New World Order, Chapter Six: “Disarray” (Belinda)

The front lawn seemed oddly serene in the midst of all the bustle. Only a few uniformed police officers stood outside, mostly to keep the public back. None of the neighbors tried to step onto the lawn, as though to get to close might make the murder rub off on them.“Concentrate, Gary,” she murmured to herself, irritated at how her mind wandered. It did not reassure her when ...
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New World Order, Chapter Five: Superimposed (Belinda)

The clock on the dash read nine o’clock in the morning, like it enjoyed reporting such a disgusting fact. Belinda rubbed her eyes, exhaustion pulling at her. Jon opened the passenger door and she managed to get a more professional face on before he saw her.“So. That’s Brock,” Belinda told him, craning around to see behind her as she backed the Prius out of the spot.“He’s ver...
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New World Order, Chapter 4: Canvas of Skin (Brock)

Brock used turning and topping off his cup of chai to hide his expression from his twin and her observant new partner. He could feel their gazes like a pair of laser beams drilling into his back. His mind racing, Brock decided how much he could tell them. He also wondered how he could shield from his sister to prevent her from discovering more. She could easily pick up things f...
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New World Order, Chapter 3: A Cup of Chai (Brock)

Brock stepped from the shower, steam billowing around him. Amelia sat vigil from her perch on the toilet seat. Her ears flattened at the moisture and she mewed worriedly. He went to her and scratched under her raised chin. She hissed at the dampness clinging to his fingers.“You can relax, the shower didn’t eat me,” he reassured her.With a look at feline disdain at his teasing s...
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