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We didn’t know you were a cop, officer

Mark reached out his hand with the paper cup full of sand, and slowly started to pour over the ledge. Then he stopped, as if waiting for something, then poured a little more—and while he was doing this, all of us were looking over the ledge to see what was happening below. It was then that I saw a tiny sliver of a front bumper, sticking out from the ground level of the garage. Mark started pouring sand at the same time the car started moving, and it drove right into the line of fire. Some of the sand started blowing in the wind currents, but most of it went straight down.

Our accidental target was a convertible.

no return

Jack stared at the broken ceramic for several seconds before rounding the corner to begin his descent down the stairs and into the basement. As he took the first step, though, he hesitated, and then looked back at the kitchen floor.

That cup was full of coffee when it hit the floor.

That otherwise innocuous realization gave Jack his first suspicion that something was wrong.

cherry bombs and private bathroom moments

Every afternoon, about five o’clock, my grouchy old neighbor, would begin his afternoon bathroom routine. I knew this. We all knew this. We could see him close the curtain in the bathroom window immediately after he turned on the overhead light—and during the summer, in a house without air conditioning, we could see cigarette smoke billowing out of the open window. And we all knew what cigarette smoke in the bathroom meant.

I rolled the ignition wheel on the Zippo, creating a healthy flame, gripped the handrail and leaned out toward the window. On the first try I caught the tip of the cherry bomb fuse with the flame of the lighter

here comes the judge

Dinner was ready and still no word from Judge Carter, so Mrs. Carter encouraged the boys to get started and the judge would be home soon. The boys had been so eager to hear what the judge had accomplished, that they’d forgotten about dessert, when Mrs. Carter called them into the dining room and they saw large bowls with heaping piles of goodies. Before they sat down, the phone rang. “That’s probably the judge finally letting me know he’s going to be late. Dig in, boys. I’ll get that. ”Though everyone gathered around the table couldn’t see Mrs. Carter standing near the phone on the wall, they could hear every word. And they heard nothing after hello, until the sound of Mrs. Carter hitting the floor.

hard at work

Initially my gaze was drawn to her face; high cheek bones seemed to frame her illuminating brown eyes, and an almost devious smile that displayed two rows of perfect, shiny teeth. However, I couldn’t maintain eye contact for more than an instant, because I enjoyed the sight of her long black dress, ornamented by a pearl necklace, and matching bracelet—all a perfect ensemble for her tall, thin body. The Goddess’ dark, shoulder-length hair accentuated her large breasts, which really didn’t even need accentuating. When she stepped back to let us in, I caught a glimpse of a welltoned and slender thigh peeking out from the slit in her dress. My earlier concerns instantly disappeared. “Hi, I’m Rachel. Rachel Smith. Please come in.”

trapped

Sergeant Murphy of the Fairfield County Police Department gripped the megaphone in his left hand as he pointed directly at the captured fugitives with his right. At last, he’d found the adolescent mass murderers that he thought must have taken LSD and killed their families.

“Get on your knees with your hands behind your head,” said Murphy, walking in the center of those approaching from the trail. “You’re completely surrounded, boys. It’s all over!”