"I have the rest of the week for wearing blue jeans to work. Atwood hasn't decided if we're going to have another week of construction, so I need to go get some clothes out of storage. I don't know how much stuff I have to move out of the way to get to the boxes of clothes." "We can go Sunday, but what about all the rest of it and why make two trips?" "I g...
The receptionist appeared at the door, her telephone headset cord dangling down the front of her dress. "Atwood, the Deputy County Clerk is on line three. Do you want to return ..." "I'll take the call in my office, Emily," he replied before she could finish her question. They could hear Atwood speaking as he walked around his desk to sit down, while Petra...
"Howard, maybe I need to go stay with Aunt Jean. It would take a little pressure off both of us." "Baby, oh my beautiful Baby, don't think that. I just need to know that I can hold you and I'm okay. I've been thinking about this all week and I didn't know what else to do. Pete told me what happened to those people in the pasture when your cell phone was use...
Atwood nodded, "So, tell me your license is current, your surety bond is good, and when you can start. I don't dare let you out that door. Someone else would grab you and I'd never get that office next door opened." "I don't know ... I mean, I'm really on vacation ... this was sort of a spur of the moment kind of thing, I've only had one job in my life. I w...
This story is part of an ongoing series involving four college students making very big mistakes. Though they don't have to be read in order, know that these events happen in a chronological sequence. -- Kate Dempsey was ready to start her summer with a bang, not a logarithm. She'd just moved into a gorgeous new house with her best friend and snagged a...
This chapter, including the Epilog, is the final submission for this story. I sincerely hope you liked the story. Once again I thank my editor, Erik Thread, for his tireless efforts to help me give you an enjoyable read. "All right, gentleman," Atwood nodded at Gail and smiled, "and lady. Let's get a little curious. We are going to play a game of 'What I...
It took Gail and Howard less than two hours to load all but the Fletcher's overnight things. Betsy promised to clean the refrigerator and bathroom before they left. Gail said not to bother, and then started doing those two things for her because she knew the older woman would do them anyway. When they were finally home, Gail fell on the bed, "Oh, don't even...
Summer school sucks. But the teachers are so hot, so it's worth it. I'm actually pretty smart. I had to take a year off to care for my mom while my dad was in Iraq, but now that he's home, I'm playing a little catch-up. Being 18 in high school is lame. Especially since I'm attracted to almost every single male teacher I have -- at least the ones under 40...
The whole day Sunday was spent trying to show people we were still alive and not one bit intimidated by the Atwoods. We switch up our pairings so we didn't get into a routine. Routines of any kind while operational can be deadly. Even though Martin and I agreed that the Atwoods weren't likely to do much recon work. I figured they would find out where we live...
"Are you Gail E. Fisher? And is this your cellular phone number?" Pete held out a report showing her cell phone number printed beside her name. Pete Curran was stiff, acting so official that Howard was surprised by his attitude. He appeared formal and in asking questions, had Gail standing stiffly. They were outside Frank and Melanie's front door. Although...