“This was bound to happen,” Jasper Baker said, as he stood over a dead body, scratching his shaved head. Baker was a police officer who patrolled the streets of Coleman, a tiny town located just 35 miles east of Nashville…
Read MoreFreight conductor, Terry Preston felt the movement first, the squeaking wheels of the Northern Pacific freight cars as they rounded a curve. He didn’t want to open his eyes; his head was already pounding. Then he felt something drip on his forehead. A drop of water? He groaned.
“I thought they fixed that leak in the roof of this damn caboose,” he said. He rubbed the drop from his head and opened his eyes. Immediately he stood up. “What the hell?” His hands were red, his shirt and vest had red spots too, blood. He looked at the top bunk, not sure what to expect...
Read More“…Good morning, Myles,” Duncan said. “I was just giving Detective Brower here his assignment for tonight’s shift when a call came in to get someone from Homicide over to 1855 Old Hickory Place. Looks like some dame caught one in the left temple last night. Home invasion maybe.”
Myles looked at Brower and whistled. “You take that one. That’s a big money area…
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