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SR Murders1 / By Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons2 / Chapter Six 3 / Desk Sergeant Patrick Moran looked up at the sound of the door1500 words, 23 comments, on Mar 23 5:52 AM 2008
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1 / S R Murders2 / By Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons 3 / Chapter Nine4 / Sixteen hours ago when Far
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Secret Radio Murders1 / By Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons 2 / Chapter Eleven3 / It was that brief period in time, when the late n
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Silent Radio Murders1 / By Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons2 / Chapter twelve3 / The storm rushed down from the mountainous upstate
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Secret Radio Murders1 / by Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons2 / Chapter Ten3 / They’d shot hell out of the morning; noon was slippin
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Secret Radio Murders1 / by Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons2 / Chapter thirteen3 / They had never worked together before and Joe Fa
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Secret Radio Murder-141 / by Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons2 / Chapter fourteen3 / “I mentioned your name to Gheil. Probably said1800 words, 13 comments, on Jun 21 10:15 AM 2008
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Silent Radio Murders1 / By Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons2 / Chapter sixteen3 / The chinos and navy jacket with the open collar w
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1 / Silent Radio Murders2 / By Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons3 / Chapter seventeen4 / A warm wind k
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Silent Radio Murders1 / By Andy Stephenson and Geri Fitzsimmons2 / Chapter eighteen3 / Sandra May Hart had spent one of the two hours p
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Renee was pleasantly surprised to look out the peek hole and view an attractive dark haired gentleman in neat attire smiling at her door. -
Detective Sergeant Bradley Benson snuck a peek at his watch. He didn’t want to look at the large white face with black letters that hung on
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On Saturday the storm held off until evening. Then with an early darkness came the deluge, between the lightening crackling in the sky and
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She’d waited until six in the morning before coming from the forth floor. Angering the manager at an unreasonable hour was not something a
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The apartment manager screeched into the 911 operator’s ear, “Murder, we got a murder…blood all over the place…” -
The city roads were heavy with traffic, and as Benson recklessly swung the unmarked sedan in and out of the speeding lines of yellow taxica
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Joseph Farley pulled into a parking lot behind the remodeled Brownstone in the Upper Eastside. The first floor held the sedate offices whe
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Benson, directly behind Farley, had the good sense to pause and consider retreat. Then, since Farley wasn’t totally shocked by the verbal a
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Instantly the motion lighting displaced the natural light with its harshness, as Sandy fumbled with her key card. For six months now she ha
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The offices were not exactly what one would expect considering they were operated by a successful group of physicians. The outside of the
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Detective Farley rang Detective Benson at two on Friday afternoon; his court appearance was over, he said and he’d meet Benson in their off
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The luxury sedan sped along smoothly just a mile or two over the speed limit, though the powerful engine was perfectly capable of mocking t
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Sandy nestled in Joe’s arms. It felt right. ‘Everything is just plain right,’ she suppressed the urge to holler to the World. She knew it
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‘Three wretched nights.’ Matt must have guessed how rotten she felt, Sandy concluded when her boss told her to leave at nine on Tuesd -
Brad seemed to move reluctantly, as if in no hurry to face the inevitable. “Figured Taylor would call you in.” His tone reflected disgust a
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She ran until the muscles in her legs began to tighten and throb. Air was entering her lungs in short spurts and she was soaked in sweat, w
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He remained in the darkened room watching the glow from the apartment across the way. Ignoring the whimpering that came from the bed in the
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The structure, years before, was built as a private home; but over time its midtown location condemned it to more lucrative use.
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They’d expected a few hours break. They’d hardly opened their hot coffee, when the object of their attention came out of the parking garage
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A hot afternoon sun scorched the highway. It sent heat pockets sparkling colorfully in the air forcing the driver to resort to sunglasses.
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“Happy Birthday, pain.” He laughed as he gave her the card. “Now don’t you go wild. Buy something you really want—but under a ‘trillion’ bu
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Two prime bulls, one’s two hundred dollar scent clashed against the Drugstore smell of the other.
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He’d been sitting and watching her as she slept. He held the doctored Coke can and contemplated how much time he would need.
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You're missing chapter 10!
*skips over to Andy's page instead*
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Okay guys! Where's the next chapter? Will i see it before chrissy?
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