I don’t even

But it is a little odd Long ragged breath Stale icy air Soft whispers Quiet footsteps From all around In absolute blackness Failing heart Hand fumbling Groping for the switch Heightened terror, yet relief Feel of the plastic Flick of the switch Now flooding light Driving out darkness All save one The room empty Just thoughts Yet …

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Table For Two

“Good lord!” Lieutenant Batista covered his nose with his sleeve. “Leave this to forensics,” he told Quinn. They walked downstairs and watched as Jordan read the hand-cuffed Joey Alvarez his rights. Detective Quinn smirked at the bewildered look on Alvarez’s face. “What's he so shocked about? That the upstairs bedroom wasn’t a good enough hiding …

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