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Twenty-nine-year-old Claire Vermont snored lightly against the Mickey Mouse pillows.The stranger stalked outside Claire’s window while the young woman changed position toward the opposite part of the bed. The man waited three seconds before lifting the window.He climbed through stood next to the bed’s left. Peering at the slumbering beauty, her face partially covered with a blanket and sheets. Cautiously, the intruder stepped toward the alternative side. He sniffed Timeless perfume from Avon in the air. Claire’s entire room decorated in Mickey Mouse bedspread, pillows, and lamps. She appeared too old for that shit?He pulled the blanket and sheets aside, then immediately pressed his hand over Claire’s mouth. The young woman’s voice muffled over the leather glove. Her eyes expanded in fear, struggling, under the blanket and sheets. She seized the man’s wrists trying to get rid of his hand. Irritated, he balled his free hand struck her twice in the face. He hit her
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Edwards asked Bates if he could come into work early that afternoon, Bates agreed.Relieved, he passed the crazy convicts down the hallway without circumstances, slipped into the surveillance room. He locked the door, exhausted, plopping into the chair. He faced the monitors overlooking the lobby. Then grabbed a can of Coke out of the mini cooler he kept under the table.The doorknob twisted.Edwards froze with the can to his lips. He glanced at the monitor. The lobby and upstairs floors looked empty. He turned toward the door. The steel knob rattled as someone tried to get in. Thoughts of an uninvited guest into the small, gloomy room, Edwards full alert. He searched the room for a weapon. A blast struck the opposite side!Someone kicked the door inward. In self-defence, Edwards stepped away. A black shadow tackled him! The figure ducked his head into Edward’s abdomen bumping him against the desk. He struck Edwards in the face. His head shifted from left to right.&nb
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Shannon Daniels pale expression watched her husband undress. He prepared to take a shower. Dale glanced at his wife untying his necktie.She smiled. “How was your day?” she asked, sitting up against the pillows. He walked toward her. Dale dropped his body next to hers. He grabbed her hand cradling it in his. “Hate to say it, fresh murdered victims.”Shannon dropped his hand. Her hand flew across her chest. The news devastated her.She turned facing Dale again. “My God, you guys can’t catch this monster?”“Not right now. Honey, don’t let the murders bother you.”She sighed twisting away from him. Dale dropped his gaze toward the floor. He stood heading for the bathroom. The door clicked behind him. He undressed standing over the bathroom sink. Leaning closer to the mirror, his light brown eyes appeared bloodshot from sleepless nights. Aging process crept up on Dale faster than it should. Caring for Shannon, stressful murder cases, the last four months took its toll. He
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Two hours after three beers, Stanley went to bed. He struggled to fell asleep. Tossing, turning, all night, nightmares crept in disturbing his rest. He turned on his left side to get comfortable. Another attempt to get comfortable on the right side, then he rolled onto his back gazing toward the ceiling.Something pressed against his face!Stanley’s hands shot up. He tried to pull the pressure away from his face. It pressed harder, rougher, until his breathing remained trapped in his throat. After moments of struggling, he jerked one knee upward, connecting with something. The pressure ceased. His breath kicked in. Stanley gasped for air. His chest heaved choking on prior suffocation. He bolted toward the bed’s edge, leaning over. Air rushed into his lungs. He topped over onto the floor after someone whacked him in the back of his head. ****Clive Monroe, head leader of the CIA, left the primary mission, collecting, evaluating, disseminate imp
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Dale often hung out on the other side of Market Boulevard, at a business called, Club Vapor. Few people acquainted with the club because it performed a secluded strip joint in North Atlanta.He had met Lorraine five months earlier. She helped him get his mind off of Shannon. He admitted he and his wife couldn’t do the things they used to since she had become ill. Shannon had sickle cell anaemia. Dale afraid she would die soon, leaving him behind to take care of Laura and Michelle alone. Although the doctors hadn’t diagnosed her impending death, she looked close to it. Dale couldn’t recall the last occasion he made love to his wife. He felt plagued if he touched her. They slept in separate rooms. Dale spent most of his time at Lorraine’s house when he wasn’t working. Shannon called him, wanting to know where he was, if he was okay.Dale took good care of his wife, no matter the circumstances. He would never leave her and his kids. Lorraine encouraged him to leave her, put the
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Max Donovan came around the corner just the man Jennifer needed to see. She glanced from stockpiles of documents, tears in her eyes. Max cut the grin, a worried expression passing over his face. Hesitating in front of his desk, he set a second file stack at the edge. Max headed over toward Jennifer, kneeling in face of her. “Jen, what’s wrong, honey?”She sniffled. “I haven’t been feeling well lately.” “I figured something wasn’t right with you.”She looked into her secret lover’s eyes. “Max, I’m pregnant.”Astonished, Max inhaled, climbing to his feet. His mouth dropped opened. Returning to his desk, he rubbed his bald head. “Are you serious?”“Yes, why would I lie?”“No, honey, I’m not saying you’re lying, it’s just that, oh God, it’s a huge bump.” Dale came around the corner, stopped short when he saw Jennifer’s tears. Max and Jennifer glanced at each other. She shot him a warning look. He turned, picked up the files from his desk, exiting the zone.D
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