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...Granville yet is this the suburb I need. With just a little direction I was down behind where the drug mules work and hang for the night. I was told about the kebab shop from the pub.
Over the railway parking out of sight. Getting out of the car and then walking, walking it seems the detective work is happening. They reckon no one knows they say out and about I was just walking and noticing. This lady at the pub did she give me the goss.
If you want a drug mule they pick up at Granville for the night on the run. Well the girls don't know they go along with these guys.... (more)
Storm Rising – A Kelli Storm Novel takes place in and around the 33rd Precinct of the NYPD in Washington Heights, NYC. Detective Second Grade Kelli Storm became a Police Officer to follow in her father’s footsteps, a Detective with the 34th Precinct, who was murdered twenty-one years earlier. During the course of a murder investigation, she finds an unexpected link to her father’s killer. During the course of investigating several murders, Kelli shoots and kills the daughter of a retired Drug Kingpin. Soon her life is threatened, her mother kidnapped and her partner and his wife are killed.... (more)
...Continued from Burnt Out Ends
As I waited for my holy brew I lifted Legs and the rest of her from my floor, depositing her on the sofa that was slightly charred from the day's earlier lovers' quarrel. "I am a sucker for the Succubi," I said outloud to myself.Legs rustled the charred leather sofa as she stirred awake. "What is that smell?""That, sorry, is left over from my earlier breakup with my demon of a girlfriend. She didn't take it well when I told her it wasn't working out.""Oh, I didn't notice the burns, I meant that other smell. The one that smells like coffee. I could use... (more)
...distributes them. Old habits die hard.
After I took a moment to appreciate my clean floor, I headed over to the black, small four shot espresso machine that resides in the corner furthest from the door, behind my desk, stage left. This may seem happenstance, but being a detective I see my own motives. There is a long, poorly hidden extension cord winding it's way around half the room to provide power to the espresso machine. At the end of the tattered cord there is the espresso machine and the only other items in this office that are truly clean and taken care... (more)
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