Finely Tuned

                  Bernard Hughes was born in 1918, just as his father returned from the war. Even though his father had never been on leave and his son looked nothing like him, Calvin Hughes loved Bernie, even if he was never once proud of him.

Chapter Twenty Three

            “What the hell was that?” Said Rosie. She was standing outside a forlorn Methadone clinic and David was painfully aware of the looks that the patients shuffling in and out were giving him.

            He shifted awkwardly and stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets, “You mean George Fletcher? The guy who confessed to the killing?”

Once upon a road...

 

            When Roland had started along the road, the sun had just been setting but the air had been pleasant and warm, despite the heavy feeling that usually came before a storm.  Now, not three hours later, the rain was pissing down and the canvas trench coat that he wore did little more than cling to his skin wetly.

Chapter Twenty Two

   

   “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new breakthrough in our case!” Eddie beamed, his eyes wide with excitement.

Chapter Twenty One

David finally dozed off.  It had been a terrible day and he needed some rest: tomorrow would be equally challenging, and so when he closed is eyes all he could think about were the countless twists and turns of the case. David needed the peace that only sleep could deliver.