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“Take care of what’s mine.” #MFRWhooks

 

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In a small town, in a popular bar, beautiful women disappear. This could just be a coincidence, but private investigators, Carson, Matt and Nathalie don’t believe in them. So they go undercover.

 

However, when one of the missing women turns up dead, the trio is disturbed to learn the woman bore a striking resemblance to Nathalie; they increase their efforts. When Nathalie disappears from the same bar, Carson and Matt will do anything to find her.

 

*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, strong language, and descriptions of violence.*

 

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For months, they’d been on the trail of a serial abductor. He chose young women, all of them with gray eyes. Other agents had tried to lure the killer with women who held contacts, but he never bit. And as his team had the only gray eyed agent, his partner was elected as bait.

Of course, she was more than happy to do it, especially if she could save another family from burying a daughter.

“So what can I get for ya?” Nathalie's voice, though raised, remained at a decent level in his ear.

Carson scanned the crowd and found her standing close to a good looking blond. He offered her an easy smile. “I’ll take whatever you have on tap. and maybe your phone number.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet, but I’m taken.” She wiggled the third finger of her left hand. The diamonds winked in the flashing light. Another feature the abductor went for, women who were engaged.

“Lucky man.” the blond said.

“I’ll be right back with your beer.”

Nathalie glanced across the room and shook her head. Matt flashed a thumbs up and Carson nodded. Carson made his way along the way to the DJ booth. He slipped inside.

“I don’t like this.” Carson said as soon as he closed the door behind him.

“And you think this is a walk in the ****** park for me?” he demanded.

For a moment, Carson studied the hard set of Matt’s mouth. All evidence of the earlier jocularity was gone and in its place fear.

“With the way you’ve been joking lately, one would think you do this everyday.”

“Humor is my defense mechanism.” he snapped.

“And punching people is mine, but you don’t see me acting on impulse.”

The two men studied one another for a long moment, until Matt looked away to start the next rotation of songs.

“She means just as much to me as she does you,” Carson stated quietly. “I don’t want to see her hurt anymore than you do.”

Matt leaned close to Carson, before he brushed his lips across the other’s mouth. “Take care of what’s mine.”

 

 

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“Safe from what?” #MFRWhooks

 

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In a small town, in a popular bar, beautiful women disappear. This could just be a coincidence, but private investigators, Carson, Matt and Nathalie don’t believe in them. So they go undercover.

 

However, when one of the missing women turns up dead, the trio is disturbed to learn the woman bore a striking resemblance to Nathalie; they increase their efforts. When Nathalie disappears from the same bar, Carson and Matt will do anything to find her.

 

*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, strong language, and descriptions of violence.*

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Quiet sobbing bounced off the cinderblocks, before a creak overhead cut through the sound.

“Shh,” Ruth hissed. “He’s coming.”

Thump-thump-thump. Agatha stared at the exposed floor joists and followed the dull creaks and thumps with her eyes. If she leaned far to the left she could just make out a set of rickety steps at the far end of the room.

Were they in a basement or cellar? It had to be a cellar since the floor was solid packed dirt and not concrete. She touched the wall. Cool, but not damp. She squinted at the mortar. New. She swung her attention to the bars and wood at the front of the cell.

The iron held a faint sheen or newness, same as the door. No warping or dullness to give it that old and neglected feel. She sniffed the air. The faint scent of fresh cut wood filled her nostrils. She sniffed again. Was that varnish she smelled?

Clomp-clomp squeak. Tension rose. Agatha tightened her hands into fists at her side. She held her breath as the footsteps came closer. His scent, a subtle woodsy pine, hit her first.

“Good evenings, ladies,” he greeted. His voice was low and gravelly, like he’d been a chain smoking hardcore drunkard all his life. “I trust you’re giving our new edition the rules?”

“Why did you bring me here?” Agatha demanded.

He moved closer, but his face remained in shadows. “To keep you safe?”

“Safe from what?”

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Daylight Savings #MFRWauthor

Daylight Savings came about in an effort to conserve energy sometime in the early 1900s.  At that time, I’m sure it was a radical and welcomed concept that people would be able to work longer in the spring and summer months and work a little less in the fall and winter. But what about now, when we have wind farms, solar panels, gas, and electricity? Is there still a need for Daylight Savings?

 

Not really. I could be a little biased since I live in Florida and enjoy the sunshine more than I did when I lived in Michigan. Yes, there was sun in the Mitten, but  it isn’t as bright and brilliant as The Sunshine State.

 

I always enjoyed being able to stay out later, the sun doesn’t set until about 8:30p or later in those summer months, versus the sun setting around 4p. We’d see darkness at 6 and think it’s time to go to bed.

 

It would be nice to not have to reset the clocks. Atomic clocks are wonderful and you don’t have to remember to set them. Florida has passed a law to remove the state from Daylight Savings and just waiting to have it approved.

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