Chapter 8: The First Snag

Detective Blackhorse sensed that Alice Barnhill was about to end the interview, before it even began. While he found her reticence a typical small-town reaction to a stranger, it seemed exaggerated. Was she trying to stonewall him? One look at her dilated pupils and he realized that she must have recently eaten, smoked or snorted some illicit substance. Even if […]

Chapter 7: Pulling at Threads

The idea of ducking out of the summer heat for a mid-afternoon nap between cool sheets in an air-conditioned motel room was very inviting.  However, Blackhorse was determined to make some headway on the case, by nightfall.  He decided to see how many people on the list he could contact and interview.  One good interview could set him on the […]

Chapter 6: Lack of Evidence

Detective Blackhorse remained unbothered by Officer Schneider’s dirty looks. Without missing a beat he said, “I came to see the crime scene photos and the evidence you collected at the scene.” “It’s down in the evidence room,” spat Schneider. He reared back in his seat with arms crossed, making no move to show Blackhorse the way. No matter, the precinct […]

Chapter 4: First Encounter

Detective Blackhorse climbed back into his car. Hunger had him scrounging around for something to eat. His dinner consisted of a half-eaten sub sandwich from lunch, a bag of plain potato chips and the remains of an open can of flat soda. Every time he tried to think about the murder investigation, his thoughts strayed back to the way Officer […]

Chapter 3: Dirty Tricks

Detective Blackhorse took his time surveying the crime scene, attempting to mentally reconstruct the murders. An hour later, he felt that nothing more could be gleaned onsite. His back was beginning to ache from bending over and the sun was beginning to go down. Blackhorse stood and stretched, before returning to his vehicle. Behind the wheel, he turned the key […]

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