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Tuesday Tales – September 19, 2017- Crush

As promised, I am back with Tuesday Tales today.  I have picked up on the last story I was working on before I got too worried to do anything but fret.  As the reader may recall, this is a story with the hero on a quest to rescue a missing young girl.  Today’s word is crush.

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“I’m searching for a girl who ran away from her grandparents’ home in North Carolina. Her friend came back and said the girl left her to go on a job interview at a shop in Chinatown. I had met the grandfather on the Appalachian Trail and he called me. I called James, my former NYPD partner and asked if he had any ideas about where I could start. He gave me Charlie’s name. Even helped set up the meeting.”

“Too bad he didn’t know about the danger he was sending you into. The man has one of the roughest gangs around and they are vigilant in making sure their criminal dealings are successful. They don’t hesitate to kill.”

My gut dropped. Was I already doomed to fail to rescue Shannon? Was she being prostituted this minute? Right here, right now as I waited for fresh, hot coffee?

A sense of urgency overwhelmed me. I turned toward the exit.

“Stop, Kev. I know what you’re thinking and it won’t do one bit of good to go off half-cocked on some misguided and unplanned rescue run.”

Spinning around to address him, I slammed my hand on the counter. “How do I know the girl I’m trying to find isn’t being initiated into a horrible life right this instant? How can I stand here and let that happen?”

“Hang on, man. You have no idea where she is or if she’s already in the life. Chances are, if she’s been missing as long as it sounds like she has, she’s way past the initiation phase.” Bennett pulled some cups from the upper cabinet.

“That makes me feel even worse.” In my mind, I knew he was right. In my heart, this was killing me.

Someone touched my back.

“What?” I whirled around, speaking too gruffly as I was so angry over what may be Shannon’s fate. I knew she might be hooking on the streets but I’d never thought it through enough to get to the actual trafficking issue. Was she even still in New York? Has she been sold to the highest bidder? How many drugs had she been force-fed?

“Wait a sec, Vickrey. I wanted to let you know I was beginning to like you.” Dawn smiled. I could tell she was trying to jolly me out of my mood but this was something that couldn’t be glossed over.

“While I appreciate that, it doesn’t make me feel better. I’ve already failed this young girl.” I looked around for something to smash or crush. I desperately needed to punch something.


Posted by: Author | September 18, 2017

Sorry I’ve Been AWOL

Sorry I haven’t been around much. I had a cancer scare and couldn’t seem to focus my brain for a while.  I’ve been given a good report after a surgery and will be rechecked in six months to see how things are going. My doctor is very capable and I am trusting her to let me know if and when we need to be worried. So, for now, I am going to enjoy my virtually clean bill of health and get back to the fun things in life. No more fretting.  Come back tomorrow when I will have Tuesday Tales again.

Posted by: Author | August 30, 2017

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Tuesday Tales – August 8, 2017 – Business

The Tuesday Tale prompt this week for the group is business. I am still working on my thriller story set in New York.

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Later that evening I sat in one of my old haunts. A dingy bar off Eighth Avenue with an adult video store on one side and a strip joint on the other. Not the typical cop bar for sure. The street was s throw-back to the days before the city was cleaned up and supposedly made safe for mom, dad and the kiddoes from the Midwest to visit. Never mind the truth was that this place is still deadly. The danger is just lurking deeper into the alleys than it did in the 1970s and ‘80s.

This bar hadn’t changed in the time I’d been gone. Hell, I think the red cracked seats in the booths were here when Lincoln was president. I sipped my beer as I watched two men playing pool. One of them clearly hustling the other. No one was that dense about the game.

Eventually, the waitress brought me the greasy burger I’d ordered. With added jalapeños, thank you. It smelled like onions and garlic. Just how I wanted to spend the rest of the night. Reeking. But it would be worth it. Such a great sandwich.

In the moment my mouth watered as I put the burger to my lips, a hand clapped me on the shoulder. “As I live and breathe. Kevin Vickrey. With a grizzly bear beard. The lieutenant didn’t lie.”

“Not a grizzly. A black bear. Remember, I’ve been in the Appalachians.” I put my burger back on the plate and grinned at my old buddy. “How’ve you been, Marcus?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Black—not Grizzly—Bear.” He slid into the seat opposite me. “Why didn’t you call when you got to the city?”

“I didn’t want the complication.”

“Your friends are complications now?” Marcus raised his eyebrows at the same time he signaled to the waitress to bring him a burger like mine.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m here on business and want to get in and out as quickly as I can.”

“Business? What kind?”

I shook my head. Unsure if I wanted an officer involved. He would most likely feel an obligation to tell what I was doing to someone up the food chain.

“Prefer to keep it under wraps?” Marcus nodded. “I get that but I’d like to help if I can. Can I at least know what kind of business you’re doing?”

“Just a favor for a friend. A guy I met on the trail.”

He leaned forward. “How was that? The Trail, I mean.” He laughed. “I confess, we all took bets you’d be back almost before you got your tent pitched. Seemed a weird thing for a city boy to do. Hike the whole Appalachian Trail.”


Posted by: Author | July 31, 2017

Tuesday Tales – August 1, 2017- Box

This week, the word for Tuesday Tales is box. I am still in the new story with no name. The hero is looking for a missing child and he has one lead. A man named Charlie.  This is a part of the scene where the hero is in Chinatown to meet Charlie.

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After a car ride and another subway trip—this one thankfully uneventful—I made my way down the dirty street near the smelly fish market and toward Chinatown. When I was a police officer, I avoided this area of town. Not because I was afraid but because I got annoyed at all the store owners hawking their wares. Trying to lure people inside to the back rooms to buy fake merchandise. You’d think they’d leave a man alone about handbags but they didn’t. If I’d bought a handbag for every girlfriend/wife/lover they thought I had, I’d either be broke, exhausted or have some type of venereal disease.

I strode with purpose, eyes forward, trying to get through the gauntlet and to the back of one of those very places I’d tried so hard to avoid.

Eventually, I arrived at the right address, took a deep breath and went inside.

Milling around, pretending to look at the items for sale, I hoped my contact would come along soon before I had to buy some silly cat waving its paw. Why were there so many of those things? What was the attraction?

In what seemed like an hour—God, how I hate to shop—but was more like ten minutes, a tiny woman came to stand beside me. “You here to see Charlie?”

I nodded.

“Then come.” She pivoted on her toes and made her way down the crowded aisle as if it were a slalom ski slope and she was taking the gates like an Olympic champion.

I staggered behind her, knocking into several displays. Praying this wasn’t a you break you buy place, I tried to settle everything back into place as I went.

Eventually we reached the rear of the shop. The woman opened a heavy-looking metal door and ushered me in. “Charlie come in minute.”

She left me there. I glanced around at my surroundings. The room was dim, lit only by what looked to be a forty watt bulb. There were a number of metal shelves covering two walls, floor to ceiling. They had stacks and stacks of boxes on them. Probably filled with those cats.

The thing that caused me consternation was the two massive hooks in the ceiling and the drainage hole in the concrete floor. I’d seen too many horrors in my time not to imagine the most sordid things happening in that room.

None of the cardboard boxes were on the floor so if anyone was tortured here and their blood washed away down the drain, those souvenirs wouldn’t get ruined at all.

Posted by: Author | July 27, 2017

Release Day- Lightning Strikes Twice

Today is release day on my story called Lightning Strikes Twice. It’s part of the Heroes with Heart series where nine Regency writers joined together to write Regency spy novels with super heroes as our inspiration. My inspiration was The Invisible Woman, Susan Storm, and Mr. Fantastic.

Of course, the story is set in Regency England and the characters are from my own imagination. Some characteristics like the hero being a scientist and shy are based on the characters in the comics but nothing else. The heroine is sassy and capable but those are pretty much all my female characters. I sure don’t like wimpy ones.  LOL!



Hester (Hetty) Hale is not like other girls of her age. She’s already fallen in love and has no desire to make the rounds on the marriage mart. The problem is she’s chosen a man of science. One her father would never consider a suitable match. There’s another unsurmountable issue: the man acts as if she’s invisible.

Laurence Fortescue is not all he seems. On the surface, he’s a lecturer at Oxford with a scientific mind. Hetty’s father admires his work and allows Laurence to use his personal laboratory for experiments. Laurence tolerates the girl hanging around but rarely notices her as he’s wrapped up in his tests.

When she’s struck by lightning recreating Ben Franklin’s experiment and a gentleman she hates is allowed to court her, she turns to Laurence for assistance. Assistance he’s willing to give as that gentleman is someone he suspects is a spy. For France.

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