Thanks, guys. Glad you enjoyed. I'd post another today, but my book is sitting at home on my laptop.
“Tell me, Ms. Campbell, what do you think of cats?”
“I’m sorry. Cats? You mean, kitty cats?” God, I hoped he meant kitty cats.
“Mr. Mistoffelees.”
“Oh.”
So this was it. The culmination of six months of work and the success or failure of this operation, not to mention whether Sam and I lived to see another dawn, hinged on my personal opinion of an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. Oh, f*** me.
Nice lines, everyone!
Just to prove my MS isn't so doom and gloom, I thought I'd post this bit. The end of an undercover op.
He raised his hands in defense. "Hey, man, you know the meek will inherit the earth."
I balled my fist. "Yeah, well, until then it's all mine, motherf***er."
Wonderful, guys!
Me from yesterday eek: language alert!):
He put his hand on the butt of his gun and said, “I’m sure you would. I, however, would prefer not to stay here where we are so conspicuous. Let’s take a little walk.”
“A walk sounds good,” I lied, wondering if my knees would stop shaking enough for me to move without falling over. “How about I meet you at the park?”
"Stop being a shithead, shithead, and come with us,” said Escort, all kindness leaving his eyes and scaring the spit out of me. Keith rattled the chain a little, and the third guy came up on me, took my elbow in a martial arts pinch, and walked me down the stairs. With the third guy in front, Escort behind and the biker in the street, we went over to my house. I noticed they’d bought the truck from my friend Ed Green.
Very nice nathanrudy and Dix.
And Dix! Good to have you aboard! I can tell you fit right in here.
Kelli stepped back and the doctor moved in. He checked Raul, looked back at Kelli and Wilmont, shook his head and frowned.
Wilmont tapped her shoulder but she didn’t acknowledge him. This can’t be right. The guys that killed Bill and Sherry were professionals, hired guns. This guy is a nothing, a street punk. She felt Wilmont tap her shoulder again and she turned. “What?”
Wilmont flinched and tried to compose himself. “I want to know what he said to you. As his attorney…”
“You were his attorney, Wilmont. In case you didn’t notice, your client is dead. Why don’t you go and find another shit bag to represent,” she said as she turned and walked out of the infirmary.
"You're a fool," Kevin said, voice low, harsh.
"You've only got him for a week or two," I said. "Maybe you want to try for familial bonding instead of showing him what an ass you've turned into. He is your older brother. Let him guide you in the ways of the world."
"So I can grow up to be incarcerated just like him? No, thanks." He brushed past me with a hard shoulder and headed down the hall toward the bathroom.
[FONT="]“We’re all out of tissues. Don’t cry too hard in there."
Okay, dipping my toe in here.
The scene begins with Kevin talking to his brother. My MC interrupts. MC and Kevin do not like one another.
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