A.G.E's Joint

Turning into the complex, the sun blinded him. Dazed and confused , he wasn’t sure why he was here. When he left, he absolutely was convinced it was the right time. But somewhere mid-drive the realization that a dry run was needed came to his thoughts. The choreography needed to be just right. This place had a cul-de-sac like the Graves and he could test a couple of things without the residents knowing.  A space was open, good. Carefully parking the car, he turned off the engine sat for a moment. Anticipation pushing on Control, it was tempting just to go ahead and do it here. But It that would be like completing an out-of-bounds pass at the Tech-Georgia game . It wouldn’t gain any yards, just lose precious seconds on the clock. Murray would not come until after the fun, and all there would be is a hoard of angry cops. This was not an option. But, he could work out a couple of kinks in the process.  Focus returned. This was the place he was supposed to be. Maybe the stupid

From inside the door, an owl like apparition gazed out at the detectives. She was dressed in a high neck blouse and jeans.   The eyes and hair were dark and her face bore the lines of a hard life. Their reason for being at the door was all but certain to her. Sadness bloomed over the face. The little girl she was holding slipped down to the floor and hid behind her, wary of the strangers. The woman hesitated a moment, not wanting to plunge into the darkness spreading over her.  “ Si, I am Maria Torres and Diego es mi herm …He is my brother.   Forgive me, my English not so good. The news…can not be good if Policia is involved.” She took a step back. “Please come in”  Entering the apartment, the smell of fresh tortillas and chilies enveloped them. The two men saw a neat and tidy living room.   A small altar to Guadelupe , lit with candles, stood in the corner near the kitchen. A gray sofa and table stood at along the wall opposite the door.   Stopping just inside, Gomez too

Blinding light … Intense heat flashed across her face as she turned toward the noise, a car splintering into pieces along with the people around it.  A body was hurled into the tree… The dull thud of impact woke her, sweat pouring from her face. The deep red sunrise peeked through the gray slatted blinds. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sandy ran her fingernails along the damp fabric of her nightgown and tried to breathe normally. This one was more than vivid, she was THERE. The images were worrisome. In all the years she had been working the Psychic gig, dreams this intense usually were triggered by someone outside of her There had only been the one client, Jeremy. He truly was dangerous. Obsessed with his enemies and hell bent on revenge.  The Zima she had after seeing him wouldn’t have done it, since she didn’t chase it with any Xanax. She had learned that moderation in all things made the next morning a lot more pleasant. Using a floral hankie to her to w

Moonlight fell over the yard. It reflected in the green eyes that followed Jeremy as he climbed the steps. The tuxedo coat was slightly raised in alarm. His hand reached out to scratch on the ears, but the cat bolted into the brush alongside the house. That’s right run. Just like those fools will when I get finished with this.  Dodging metal and plastic debris as he headed to the kitchen, he thought maybe a little music for the background? A box marked “For the Solstice ” sat with a dust coating over the top. Jeremy’s curiosity got the best of him. He opened and found a large number of compact discs laid out in neat rows. ”The spirits must really be with me”, he thought.   Frowning to himself as he picked through the pile, he wasn’t finding the one song for the work. Title’s like “ Equinox ” and “Night of the Living Dregs” didn’t resonate with him. They were just so much noise, in his book. The he saw the old Chicago album. Yes, that was it. He remembered someone pla