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Tough Luck It was March, 1929 in Baxter Springs, Kansas. The Rose Motel lay off the main highway of Route 66. The unpaved dirt parking lot sparsely lit by the flickering of the overhead streetlamp. Until a few minutes ago, only two other cars occupied spaces around the lot; the lights in front of each room signifying the residency of their occupants. Now multiple police cars, headlights glaring, lit up the dusty night.Tough Luck by brokencasanova
Frank slammed the phone onto the receiver.
Ellie knew. It was probably Shaughnessy. He wanted to be paid, but now the police were outside and Mick's body lay on the floor near the door.
Frank hadn't meant to shoot him. Mick had made an attempt to disarm Frank when neither of them were looking, and as they both fell to the floor, the gun went off. Mick had always been nice to them. He was a crooked cop, certai
Dr. Bass Chapter TwoLinkz cursed as he rifled through the numerous boxes piled about his domicile.Dr. Bass Chapter Two by brokencasanova
"Shit, shit, shit, where is it?"
He tossed an opened box behind him and went on to the next one. Ripping it open, dated magazines and newspapers stared back at him. Cursing he threw it aside and wiped the sweat from his brow. If he didn't hurry soon, Kobec was going to . . . . No, he shook his head. Need to stop that line of thought before it began.
"Fuck it all," he yelled throwing another box across the room. "I'll just use my damn shirt."
He rummaged past more boxes before giving up when he saw it out of the corner of his eye. A dust covered box with red and white markings lay in the back of the pile. He grabbed the handle and pulled it out, ignoring the cascade of containers that fell behind it. Carrying it to a nearby table he brushed the dirt off. The faded medical cross stared back at him through the layers of grime.
"Should still be good..." He muttered under his breath.
Shouldering the box, he made