I have been reading voraciously through this thread from start to finish and it's a kind of strange and surreal experience following all of your e-lives for a year. Successes, failures, a slew of random gambling puns for titles.
"Assuming the killer once again used a razor sharp steel edged playing card to murder his victim..." Stated Jackson.
Special Agent Tim O'Conner briefly surveyed the body; cowboy boots, cheap gold plated belt buckle, and the ubiquitous ten gallon hat that seemed to bloom like cacti in the dry heat of the New Mexico desert all around them. The thin red line marking the wound clearly responsible for the now coagulating pool of blood beneath their feet stared prominently upward from the corpse's neck.
"Check the body Jackson, pockets first."
Jackson proceeds to turn out the man's pockets and comes up with two slightly crumpled playing cards featuring royalty. His face lights up with the youthful exuberance that only a rookie agent can muster at such a gruesome and telling find.
"Hey Tim, you think it's the same guy we've been chasing since Texas? You know, the playing card killer?"
"I'd say that's a bet with pretty good odds Jackson and it looks like we've been dealt a new hand." O'Conner pauses, lights up a smoke and takes one deep inhalation and fluidly breathes it out into the cool night air. "Pocket Cowboys."
Dunh, dunh, dunh...
Anyways, I just received a request for my full YA Fantasy novel from Nancy Coffey today and was doing a little digging and felt like throwing in.
F.F.