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Chapter 19 – Jailbird

By jelewis8 ⋅ April 4, 2005 ⋅ Post a comment

Shake my head clear. Nothing. No sound, just thirst. Need a drink. God damn it all, I’m all dried up, no wonder I can’t move. Something lumpy and remotely padded underneath. My hand brushes something on my left. No, hell, my right. Something cold. Metal. There’s spots covering the darkness, gray spots, and I’m sure [...]

Chapter 18 – Continued 2

By jelewis8 ⋅ January 5, 2005 ⋅ Post a comment

I am just about fool enough to try and make a run for it when another cop squeals up, siren going off like a wet cat, and then another one behind him. Other end of the alley is about the same picture: cop convention. There’s a whole lot of yelling going on, and I’m stuck [...]

Chapter 18 – Continued

By jelewis8 ⋅ November 8, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

I’ll ache and moan and bitch about it, but what do I have that I didn’t deserve in some way. It’s not the clients I let down, though there’s plenty of ‘em to last me for a couple of years. And it’s not some jaded morality that I pretend to have. Some kind of what [...]

Chapter 18

By jelewis8 ⋅ October 13, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

CHAPTER 18 – THE PIKE
I slept last night like I’ve never slept before. I had dreams of men with masks chasing me through the streets of New York, past Broadway, past the Bridge and into the New York City Library. I was accosted by a cop who asked me my name and then spit on [...]

Chapter 17 – Continued 2

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 25, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

“He’s kind of hard to get a hold of. Jittery. Doesn’t want to sit down very long, you know what I mean?” I say. Avery nods, and I hand him my glass. “Can I get another one?” He pours another half glass and gives it back to me. For only the second time in my [...]

Chapter 17 – Continued

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 20, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

He settles back, folding his arms across his chest, watching me sip gingerly at the whiskey straight. He’s got the look of a man who hasn’t seen much of the world, but what he has seen he doesn’t like. I know the feeling. It’s something this place does to you. Like that old saying. You [...]

Turnpike Blues – Chapter 17

By jelewis8 ⋅ September 7, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

Last time…
“What else was there?” I ask. We pull up to the street below my office. He parks and kills the lights and we sit in the darkness.
“How much do you know of Eddie and Jimmy?” he asks me, turning in the half light. I can see a small sparkle in his eye. Not malicious, [...]

Turnpike Blues – Chapter 16

By jelewis8 ⋅ February 2, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

Last time…
The cop stands there, I guess thinking. I mumble some more and try to struggle, but I’m barely standing on my own power, that and my ability to speak is somewhat hampered by the fact that my jaw doesn’t seem to move on its own. It’s my imagination, I guess, because I cough, and [...]

Turnpike Blues – Chapter 15

By jelewis8 ⋅ January 14, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

CHAPTER 15 ? BEATING THE MAN
I don?t have a lot of patience for bull. I pick up my gun and investigator license from the front duty desk and get into my car and wait for Fat Man and Tall Boy to jump into their Chrysler. I can?t find my bottle of Jack?s, and [...]

Turnpike Blues – Chapter 14

By jelewis8 ⋅ January 9, 2004 ⋅ Post a comment

CHAPTER 14 – INTERROGATION
So I?m sittin? here, waitin? for someone to come into this room and talk to me, and all this time, from the moment I started drivin? here to now I?ve been kickin? myself for this goof up. It?s not really the crime that I?m worried about, or my flimsy alibi, or [...]

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