30 Soft, Slow and Sweet He hated the sound of her voice. It grated. Whined and insinuated itself into his head until he had wanted to reach across the scarred wooden tabletop that separated them and throttle her. Eddie hadn’t really needed another cup of coffee but he had needed to get away from her, [...]
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LCC 29 Home
29 Home The red car trailed behind Dom back to the outskirts of Lakeside. There was the radio but Vince didn’t use it and neither did he; what would they say to each other? It had been hard enough face to face and Dom knew that if he asked any of the hard questions that [...]
LCC 28 Over
28 Over The black cars that swarmed out of the surrounding brush behind the truck were low-slung, their powerful engines high-pitched as though they resented any pace less than blinding. So close to the ground, it made it hard for Dom to get an eye on who he was dealing with, instinctively seeking out Vince, [...]
LCC 27 Any Other Day
27 Any Other Day It wasn’t the best way to deal with evidence, the Sheriff knew, but this was pretty far from normal. The bucket with its shards of bloody broken glass sat on the seat beside him, on top of a clipboard. A bagged lunch from the drive-through sat beside the pail. A far [...]
LCC 26 The Road Never Changes
26 The Road Never Changes “This doesn’t feel right.” Vince muttered as he trailed after Letty; she wasn’t listening, hadn’t listened, not once, not that he honestly expected her to. When they got to the kitchen, he reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pushing her against the wall where at least she would [...]
LCC 25 On the Way to Lakeside
25 On the Way to Lakeside Sheriff Hollabird slammed the door to his cruiser, taking in Mia’s pissed off glare and Amber’s apprehensive look, like a deer frozen in the headlights. “Ladies,” he took in both, tilting his hat but not taking it off; if Mia’s expression was anything to go by, he wasn’t exactly [...]
LCC 24 Going
24 Going “Sorry.” Dom raised an eyebrow, the scowl sharpening as he looked over the top of the dull black Chevy. Brian rested his elbows on the roof, handing over the small radio so that Dom could fasten it to his visor. “For what exactly?”
LCC 23 In the Light of Day
23 In the Light of Day Brightman held his arm tightly as he stalked down the back hallway to his apartment. It bled less and hurt more; the painkillers that he had taken in Heather’s bathroom served to keep his head clear but that was as far as it went.
LCC 22 Surrender
22 Surrender Tired. Never in his life had Dom felt so tired. Even his clothes felt heavy, making his legs ache and pulling his shoulders down where the cotton touched his skin. Old and tired. He had raced for almost the entire span of his life and never had he hated it so much. Hated [...]
LCC 31 Done
31 Done In the quiet of the car on the way back, Amber sang, barely letting her voice rise beyond a deep whisper; to not wake Dom as he slept in the seat beside her. Something that she had heard on the radio in the kitchen one day as she made breakfast, it had wormed [...]