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Their life together broke the law, but their determination would change it. Richard and Mildred Loving were at the heart of a Supreme Court case that legalized marriage between races, and a story of the devoted couple who faced discrimination, fought it, and won. Rowan is a second child in a world where population control measures make her an outlaw, marked for death. She can never go to school, make friends, or get the eye implants that will mark her as a true member of Eden.
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Helping him along are his best friend and sometimes teammate Coby, and The Mac, a rapping librarian who gives Nick inspiring books to read. Eleven by Tom Rogers. Alex Douglas always wanted to be a hero. But nothing heroic ever happened to Alex. Nothing, that is, until his eleventh birthday. Radar, his new dog, pretty much feels the same way.
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Stop all that quivering. Eragon by Christoper Paolini. Fifteen-year-old Eragon believes that he is merely a poor farm boy—until his destiny as a Dragon Rider is revealed. Gifted with only an ancient sword, a loyal dragon, and sage advice from an old storyteller, Eragon is soon swept into a dangerous tapestry of magic, glory, and power. Now his choices could save—or destroy—the Empire.
The Maze Runner by James Dashner. When Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his name. Nice to meet ya, shank. Welcome to the Glade. Outside the towering stone walls that surround the Glade is a limitless, ever-changing maze. Everything is going to change. Then a girl arrives. The first girl ever. And the message she delivers is terrifying. Two brothers will need all their wilderness skills to survive when they set off into the woods of Wyoming in search of their absent father.
Jake and Taylor Wilder have been taking care of themselves for a long time. Their father abandoned the family years ago, and their mother is too busy working and running interference between the boys and her boyfriend, Bull, to spend a lot of time with them. Thirteen-year-old Jake spends most of his time reading. Eleven-year-old Taylor likes to be outside playing with their dog, Cody, or joking around with the other kids in the neighborhood.
But one night everything changes. The boys discover a dangerous secret that Bull is hiding. And the next day, they come home from school to find their mother unconscious in an ambulance. Knowing they are no longer safe and with nowhere else to go, the Wilder Boys head off in search of their father. They only have his old letters and journal to help them, but they have to make it. To everyone who knows him, West Ashby has always been that guy: the cocky, popular, way-too-handsome-for-his-own-good football god who led Lawton High to the state championships.
So she stayed quiet, keeping her sorrow and her fractured heart hidden away. Sylvie and Jules, Jules and Sylvie. You can pre-order here for just. Next up, Tallow Jones 2. Stay tuned for a title reveal soon! My Patreon Page is Live. In my last post I got real with you and told you the status of things here on Cooley Ranch Ranch name pending. But I have to say that I have been overwhelmed by the understanding response of readers here and on Facebook.
I appreciate all of you. I have heard many suggestions on ways I can continue to write full time and the thing that most people were enthusiastic about was Patreon. Patreon is a membership platform that makes it easy for creators to get paid and for fans to join in the creation process. It is similar to a Go Fund Me or Kickstarter except that instead of an individual funding event it is an ongoing page that sets up a continuing relationship between Patrons and Creators. Think of it as back in the old days when painters or theater troops would have wealthy patrons who funded their work.
Patreon allow you to go around the traditional publishing system and cut out the middle men. You can pay me directly for the entertainment I am creating and in return you will be able to join in the the creation of my books. In some tiers of patronage I offer rewards like becoming an alpha reader or naming a character or even designing a monster.
No matter what tier of patronage you choose, all Patrons will gain access to an exclusive community of like minded fans and special classes on my Discord server. I will post constant updates, telling readers where I am in the current novel and other details regarding my books and the worlds they inhabit. In addition, you will be entered into monthly drawings for swag or audiobooks or whatever else I can dream up. Let me know what would interest you. Lastly, you could have my help with your work. Are you writing a novel of your own? A short story? I could help you with your process. Patrons are charged at the beginning of each month and you can change your tier of patronage or cancel at any time.
I became familiar with Patreon a little over a year ago when a youtuber I really liked set up a Patreon page. This creator had a small group of dedicated fans who loved his work, including myself, but no matter what he tried he was unable to bring in enough money to continue. Enough for him to continue his channel. After deciding that I would give it a go, I spent a few days researching the best way to set up a Patreon page and figure out how it works. The end results are a lot of fun.
Check it out. Let me know what you think of the page. Do you like the rewards? Do you think they are too high or too low? What have I missed that you would like to see? I will continue writing no matter what, but if I can keep writing full time I plan to release books in the next year including another Tallow Jones book and the beginning of the Dark Prophet Saga. Thank you all for your constant support over the five years since I started this writing journey. This has been a long year.
The last two Bowl of Souls books have under-performed and sales of my books have slowed down to a trickle. My wife went back to work a few months ago, but even with her income we are barely able to pay bills. In the past when I have released a book, Amazon has told people about it, a sizeable amount of my readers continue with the story, and a slew of new readers start from the beginning. The same thing happened with new audiobooks. That trend has ended. Most of the purchases have been from active Facebook fans who actually hear when the books are released.
This is why I decided to finally write that Wizard Detective story that has been in my head for so long. The Bowl of Souls series had fatigued, which meant that instead of writing book one of the next saga I needed to start a new series and bring new blood in. So I worked really hard, slept very little, and finished the book in less than three months. That brings us to today. I have so many ideas for that one. My previous pace of books a year will dwindle.
I will hang on to this career as long as I can. This week I am writing a short story that will be part of a fantasy anthology that is coming out in December. After that, my plan is to start on Tallow Jones, book two. In my plan is to begin the Dark Prophet Saga with the first book: Sir Edge and hopefully several more books. There is one last possibility I would like to run by you. This is really helpful for people that have a small group of dedicated fans, but are not well known enough to make a living otherwise.
Fans can pledge a certain dollar amount a month to help the person they want to support and in exchange the content creator can offer rewards and prizes. Fans can change or cancel their pledges at any time. I personally have two people that I help support in this manner, pledging five bucks a month. If I chose to start my own Patreon account I could offer rewards for Patreon supporters such as the opportunity to become Alpha readers and read a new chapter of my upcoming book each week. Or signed copies of paperback versions of my books upon release.
Skype calls, Or even a mentorship where I will help you with the editing process on your own book. Let me know if you would be interested in something like that. Let me know what you think. No matter how this goes, I want to thank all of you for your support since I started this adventure five years ago. Everyone, I am really excited to share this book with you. It has been 6 years in the making. I actually wrote the first 8 chapters in and the plot has been marinating in my brain ever since.
Finally, two weeks after finishing the Jharro Grove Saga I took it up again. Thank you everyone for your support. Please let me know when you get your copy. I am writing the last couple chapters of Tallow Jones: Wizard Detective. We are just days away from the release and I wanted to give you all a little taste of what is to come. Asher did not run away!
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On the surface, he looked clean cut and professional. His suit was neatly pressed. His face, clean shaven. But his eyes were bloodshot and weary. His skin had a pale, unhealthy pallor. Sitting behind her large desk covered in stacks of papers, the chief stared at him with weary eyes. There was no sympathy in that gaze. When Douglas had first come to the Atlanta Police Department ten years ago, he had liked the chief. Susan Johnson was new in office then. A lithe and energetic woman, she had been driven to make real positive changes in the department.
She was always fair and cared about her junior officers. Since then a change of mayor and the resulting tide of bureaucracy had stifled her enthusiasm. The years of losing political battles and long hours at the desk had taken their toll. Chief Johnson had become a squat brick of a woman. She was now as stubborn and as immovable as the bureaucracy she so often railed against.
The one remnant of her former glory was the fact that she kept their one group of detectives and forensics under her direct supervision instead of passing them off to other department heads. They were located next to her office on the eighth floor of the Atlanta Metropolitan Police Headquarters and they took care of cases hand-picked by the chief. No leads. Your son is seventeen. Either he ran away, or. Well you know what the odds are. Douglas did know. With a month gone by, the most likely result would be that they would find a dead body.
He had seen it too many times before with other teens. Asher was too old to be preyed upon by a pedophile, but just the right age to be a victim of gangs or other violent crime. Still, he refused to accept it. I cannot continue to allocate department resources to this case.
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The FBI will have to take it from here. I need you working on other cases. He locked onto her gaze with reddened eyes and swallowed back tears. She sighed and looked down for a moment. She tapped a pencil a few times on a sheet of paper in front of her. When she looked up at him again there was a slight softening in her visage. He felt a stirring of hope. Is that clear? He shut the door behind him and headed towards his desk. He made it only a few steps before Detective Ross was at his side. Department resources are to be shifted to more urgent cases.
He gestured at the stack of case files with a frown. Ross was part of a growing contingent of senior officers that belittled the chief behind her back. They were all pretty open about it and no one was sure how much the chief knew about the problem. A promise is a promise. He shook his head. Not with Aggie. She needs to be able to depend on me. They had been partners for four years. Bob had been his biggest supporter since Asher had gone missing.
He grinned as he handed it over to his partner. Look at the first case she gave us. Ross opened the file and slowly shook his head. He looked back up at Douglas and grinned. During that first night waiting for his son to come home, he had been filled with rage. The anger had soon turned to anxiety and fear as the search for Asher was in full stride. On the ride home from work this day, Douglas felt more optimistic than he had in weeks. The likelihood that he would find his son was still slim. But he could at least keep looking.
There was a man sitting on his porch steps. He felt a stab of anger. It was probably a reporter. He had been chasing them off of the lawn with regularity for a while now. At first the local media had been a welcome tool in the search. The tone of the reports had been sincere and supportive for the first few days. Then as the case had dragged on, they found different angles to report on. The fact that Douglas was a respected law officer made for a juicy story and the reports soon lapsed into insinuations of parental abuse.
Now on top of dealing with the loss of his son, Douglas had to bear the suspicious looks of those who had once respected him. Douglas got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. The stranger stood as he approached. Douglas readied himself for a confrontation. He let his instincts honed from years of experience take over as he strode towards the man. The man looked to be in his late forties. He was tall and slender and had brown hair streaked with gray that was slightly curly. Despite the raging heat, he had on a brown corduroy jacket. Under the jacket, he wore a blue and white striped button-up shirt with wide lapels that was open at the collar and left untucked over his weathered jeans.
The man stared at Douglas, his mouth agape in a wide grin. But before Douglas could say anything, the stranger rushed in. He barely had time to raise his arms in protest before the stranger caught him up in a fierce embrace. The grin was still plastered on his face. Douglas took another step back. He kept looking Douglas up and down as if drinking him in. Last time I saw you, you had to be. Douglas had always resented them for that.
Douglas, about that. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a card, and handed it to Douglas. He examined the card. On the left corner was the seal of the state of Idaho and on the right was a photo of Tallow giving a wink and a thumbs up. I am a real detective. I have an entire police department at my disposal. I keep track of my family. Son, Asher Watson Jones, age seventeen, missing for the last month. Daughter Agatha Anne Jones, age eight, and. Tallow gestured towards the front porch. You know she threatened to knit me to death?
I have been sitting on the porch for the last hour, trying to figure out how such a gruesome feat could be attempted. If I had known at the time, I. As he spoke, he raised his piercing gaze to meet the eyes of his uncle. Especially when it is offered by the long absent brother of my deadbeat dad. Tallow met his glare unflinching. And I deserve your anger. I know it. Please let me at least partially atone for the past by helping you find your son. I know more about his disappearance than you think. You see, before he disappeared, Asher and I had been in contact for some time.
Why would Asher seek out a distant relative like that, especially an estranged one? He took a notepad out of his pocket. But can we continue the discussion inside? Just a minute. He stepped past Tallow and walked across the porch. He unlocked the door and took a step inside.
Her black curls were frizzed out on either side of her face and she was wearing a short green dress over black leggings. Her hands were busy knitting away on some strange tangled pink pattern. She ran up and kissed him on the cheek, then gave him an accusatory look. Her eyes moved to the man behind him and her nose crinkled. She gestured at the man with her chin. He knocked on the door earlier. Douglas turned to Tallow who was smiling at Aggie with the same wide grin he had given Douglas earlier.
Aggie, this is my Uncle Tallow. He looks like he wants to hug me. Douglas noticed it for the first time. It was filled with multicolored symbols. The one in the center looked somewhat like a lit candle. The square patch of skin with the tattoo on it looked thicker than the skin on the rest of his palm. With Asher gone and school out, Douglas had arranged for someone to be with Agatha during the day. On even days she stayed at the Rutnicks, the neighbors across the street.
Douglas glanced at Tallow, not sure he liked how comfortable the smiling man looked in his home. Tallow followed Douglas and Agatha into the living room and sat down on the couch. He looked all around the room as if absorbing every detail, the smile still plastered to his face. Douglas and Aggie sat down in the love seat opposite him. Douglas pulled the pad of paper and a pen back out from the jacket of his suitcoat. She frowned. Tallow, you said Asher contacted you a year ago?
I said yes, and he introduced himself as my great nephew. I was quite surprised. Tallow leaned back and crossed his narrow legs. You see, I run my detective agency online and my site lists all my services. It was the contact email on the site that he used. Douglas paused his writing for a moment. What did he ask you about? Did he want to know more about my side of the family? He wanted to know techniques, rules and regulations, everything. She looked up from her knitting and noticed that Tallow and Douglas were looking at her. Dropped a stitch.
Why not just ask me? He also thought you would be upset that he only wanted to be a private detective. Tallow smiled.
By and large it can be a rather sordid profession. He had known that Asher was interested in mysteries. He read mystery novels obsessively and watched those horrible forensics shows on TV. But becoming a P. I talked to him several times about telling you we were conversing, but he wanted to keep our messages quiet. He talked mainly about little mysteries he was pursuing.
Asking my opinions on things. Looking for investigative advice was one thing, but to have that an online relationship that personal with someone who was a relative stranger? Douglas frowned. It had occurred to him more than once that if he had allowed Asher a cell phone, things might have ended up different. Our tech guys combed that thing over looking for any clue to his disappearance. Did you monitor his computer usage? But seeing what I see every day on the job makes me paranoid.
Tallow nodded. He knew how to hide things. He used a proxy and all his emails to me came from a remote site that offered email service. The address he used was ashface4 edetectiveeasy. All he had to do was delete his browser history. There are free programs out there that you can download to erase your history from even the most proficient computer search. Douglas jotted down notes furiously. He wished that he was more surprised by this information, but it explained a lot. They are on my laptop in my car. But the most telling email may be the last one he sent.
Tallow scratched his head and gave him an embarrassed look. It was a couple weeks after that before I found out he had gone missing. It was the first time since they had sat down that she had stopped knitting. So many awkward questions and it seemed so. So I just packed up my things and came out here. It was one of the first things I told him to do when we started talking. A good journal gives a detective a way to go back and learn from his mistakes. Also, sometimes your first impressions on a case are the most correct ones. How about we start by searching his room? We are just weeks away from the release of my new book.
I just received the cover from Andrew Tell, the narrator of my audiobooks and the the cover art designer for the Kindle edition of Noose Jumpers. He has done fantastic work here. He has a few more tweaks to do, but he gave me permission to post it here. Now for those of you who have not been following along, Tallow Jones: Wizard Detective is the first book in a new series. I originally started writing Tallow Jones back in the summer of I had this idea burning in my mind of a wizard who used magic to solve crimes.
I grew really excited about it and began to write. I got about eight chapters in before I began to hit a bit of a wall with the narrative. I was really ticked at first. I thought my wizard detective idea was a new one and wondered if the concept had already been done. So I hesitantly picked up some of the Dresden books and started to read. To my relief, they had very little in common other than that the main character was a wizard in a modern day world. I did end up enjoying the Dresden books by the way.
Nevertheless, I put the story to the side. The story is already partially written. Some of you may recognize the name Tallow from the Bowl of Souls books and that is because I mentioned him a few times to lay the groundwork for this series. Hint:In Troll King At any rate, let me tell you a few things to built up anticipation and perhaps assuage the fears that some of you may have. Thank you very much! I hope you are excited about this story. I am excited to share it with you! I will answer anything I can without giving away spoilers! There are more to come. Reginald is a sentient earth elemental bound to what appears to be a regular river rock.
The palm-sized rock he abides in is painted with a crude face that changes expression depending on his moods. His powers are great and mysterious. How Tallow came to possess him is unknown. She is eight-years-old and fiercely smart. She has curly black hair and a mean knitting addiction. She lives with her father, Detective Douglas Jones, and her year-old brother, Asher Jones, who has gone missing. All 17 Hrs and 23 Mins of it. Andrew Tell did an amazing job with the narration, bringing the characters to life. Find out how the Jharro Grove Saga ends! Please post in comments when you get it and tell me what you think!
You can use the contact form at the top of the page or just email me at brotheredge gmail. I know it has taken a bit longer than expected. But the narration for Behemoth has been finished. We have submitted the finished audiobook to Audible and Itunes and now we just wait for it to be available. They say it can take business days, but let me know the moment you see it. I am excited to get this book into your ears! Andrew did a fantastic job portraying the climax of the Jharro Grove Saga. This is not the end of the Bowl of Souls series, though.
But before I begin that new saga, I am making a slight sidestep. My next book will also be set in the same universe as the Bowl of Souls but it could be categorized as a contemporary or urban fantasy. It is called Tallow Jones: Wizard Detective. I hope everyone is doing well and enjoyed Behemoth. I am finishing up chapter 15 of my next book, Tallow Jones: Wizard Detective, tonight. My hope is to get this book finished and available on Amazon some time in September.
I figured that since I am heading towards the final stretch of this book, I would give you a preview of it. It is fun writing about the magic system of the Bowl of Souls series set loose in our modern world. I may post a third chapter as we get closer to the release date. Thanks and please let me know what you think! Sleeping while on stakeout was frowned upon, but everyone did it from time to time.
He just walked in the building. He was a big burly black man. Not obese, but substantive. He looked like the type of person that would emerge the last man standing from a bar brawl and he could wear that persona when the situation merited. The two plainclothes officers were parked on the second floor of a parking garage just up the street from the building they were watching. The parking garage was mostly empty and their position gave them a perfect view of the place. It had the added benefit of keeping them in the shadows and out of the oppressive Atlanta sun. The guys at the precinct had a bet going on about how long it would be before Douglas broke his promise.
So far he had stuck to it, but if anything was going to break his composure, it would be his son skipping school and heading into a dangerous part of the city. I told him not to wear that stupid shirt before I left this morning. It pictured Jackie Chan jump-kicking his way out of the open door of the trademark blue police box, trailing a long striped scarf behind him. Asher had ordered it online and was endlessly amused by the looks of bewilderment on the faces of people that were not fans of both obscure Jackie Chan films and Doctor Who.
Ross snorted. And at a place like this? Douglas tore the binoculars back from his partner and peered back at the building. Every city had its bad parts of town and Atlanta, Georgia had more than most. Gang violence and theft had plagued this particular area for years. The establishment they were staking out was a low-end travel agency. The building it occupied was overly large for their needs. It had once been an office park and there were room for ten or more businesses, but this travel agency leased the whole place.
The police had received tips about heavy van traffic pulling up to the loading docks at the fenced-in rear lot of the property at all times of the day and night. Douglas was certain it was a drug front, but they needed more evidence before they could do anything about it. Douglas shot a worried glance at his partner. They had both been cops far too long to rely on that.
Asher was seventeen, a high school senior. He was already starting to envision a double life for the kid. Weed hidden in the vents in his room. Maybe ecstasy or meth. Douglas let out a slow breath. Asher is a good kid. Grades are good. No anger issues. Douglas had refused to let Asher have a cell for many reasons. One was that it seemed crazy to him that teenagers should have their own cell phones. His generation got along fine without them and these new smart phones were basically just pocket video game devices in his opinion.
Douglas shook his head. If both of us go it could blow our cover. Believe me, there will be no acting involved. He trotted down the stairwell to the bottom floor of the parking garage. It was only mid-May and already ninety degrees. He had lived in Atlanta for ten years and still was not used to the combination of heat and humidity. There were only three cars in the fenced-in rear lot and a single car parked in the lot outside the building. It struck Douglas once again how odd it was that a place like this could stay in business.
The only thing he had been able to think of was that they relied on internet sales. The silhouette of an airplane flew under the outdated logo. He rethought his earlier hypothesis. This was not the logo of a company that used the internet. Douglas pulled the front door open and was greeted by a rush of air conditioning followed by the scent of cheap industrial cleaner. He stepped into a short hallway bracketed by wood paneling and a worn orange carpet leftover from the early eighties.
This place had probably been considered fairly posh when it was built. Now it sat as a sad example of age and bad taste. The hallway opened into a small lobby area with a reception desk in the corner. There was Asher, standing at the desk talking at a vacant-eyed receptionist. Where Douglas was of medium height and had a thick muscular build, Asher was tall and lanky. Asher called it a trilby. He had an easy smile on his face. Douglas got a good look at the receptionist for the first time. Douglas pushed the feeling away, turning his attention back to his truant son. He watched Asher laugh and flirt with this woman that was at least twenty years his senior and his anger rose another notch.
He walked up to his son and placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. He gulped and turned, his smile withering on his lips. Asher cleared his throat. Look up rates for Caribbean cruises? Behind Asher the receptionist had stood from her chair and loomed over the desk, her arms hanging limply at her sides. She was taller than she had seemed at first glance, probably six feet tall. Asher glanced back at her. Look, can we talk about this somewhere else?
You are grounded from computers, videogames, and TV for the foreseeable future. Asher winced. This was the only punishment that held any weight in his world. Douglas paused a moment, his hands clenched at his sides. He had never struck his son in anger. Asher really knew how to push his buttons. The receptionist had stood quietly during the exchange without changing expression. Douglas turned to apologize to her before he left. She cocked her head and her hideous smile grew larger still.
Instead of an apology, Douglas gave her a polite nod and followed his son out the door. He could feel her eyes burning into his back as he walked. The blazing heat outside shook all thoughts of the receptionist from his mind. He lowered his voice. Douglas shot him a silencing glare and motioned for Asher to follow as he stomped across the street. Asher shuffled along behind him, a scowl etched into his narrow face. They headed up to the second floor of the parking garage. Detective Ross was standing next to the car smoking a cigarette when they arrived.
Your dad almost swore twice when he saw you go in that building. I need to get Asher back to school. Test my hair. Have me piss in a cup if you want. Douglas glanced over at his partner.
He put them in the envelope and tucked it back into his jacket. Not drug deal money. Search my stuff all you want. I would never sell that stuff to anyone. Ross shrugged and got back into the car. The next few minutes were spent in awkward silence while Asher stared at the ground muttering to himself and Douglas stood wrapped in a haze of rage. Douglas and Asher got into the car Jacobs had brought and headed towards the school.
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They drove in silence for a solid minute before either of them spoke. Douglas scoffed. Am I going to get a big surprise when your final report card comes? I could fail all my classes but English and still graduate! I just took them for fun. He was right. Asher had tested out at genius level. All the kid seemed to care about was following what ever interested him at the moment. Douglas grunted. I know how smart you are. But ever since your mom died, you have changed. You used to-. His temper had been quite short lately, he knew that.
His wife Mary had died early in the previous year. The pressures of being dad and mother along with adapting to his recent promotion to detective had taken their toll on his relationship with his children. When I get home from work tonight you will tell me everything. Asher paced back and forth in front of the kitchen phone, twisting the long cord in his fingers. If you get nervous, just circle the block for a while. Asher glanced back to see her standing behind him in the doorway to the kitchen. He frowned at her and raised a finger to his lips.
I need your help here. I told you, my dad has the car. Aarin, please? Asher slammed the phone down into the cradle and leaned back against the wall. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his narrow face. Agatha was as unlike her brother as her father was. At eight years old, she was one of the shortest kids in her class.
She had a cute round face topped with a mass of black curls. However she was every bit as smart as her brother, a fact that she seemed determined to prove at every possible moment. You just needle him too much. Easy for you to say. He glanced over at her again for a moment and his scowl faded. Their mother had been a casual knitter and Agatha had taken it up soon after her death.
It seemed everywhere she went, the eight-year-old had a set of needles in hand. Asher already had three scarves and two pairs of mittens. Their dad had several hats and a set of knitted gun holsters that Asher was sure would never leave his top drawer. Her fingers never stopped moving as she spoke, the needles clacking together as yarn spooled from a bag tied at her waist. She loves cephalopods. He had to have the weirdest little sister in the world. He came back down the stairs a few minutes later having changed his clothes. He now wore a gray shirt and a black hoodie and his pockets were filled with the items he might need.
He entered the kitchen and opened the drawer next to the fridge where he emptied a narrow black box. There were three twenties inside. He kept an ear out for the door in case his father came home. Douglas usually came home late, especially on nights when there was a lot of paperwork involved.
The children were used to it. Their father had been a police officer all their lives. But if he was going to be too late he always called. Douglas filled the narrow box with money every month in case the kids ever needed to call for delivery when he was working late.
They used it as needed and he never asked questions. Until this evening they had never given him reason not to trust them. She had started loading the dishwasher. The tentacled mass of her knitting sat on the counter next to her. Hopefully it was enough money for a cab there and back. Whaddya want? She always answered the phone that way.
Douglas thought it was cute. Asher found it annoying. Uh huh. Okay, bye. Love you too. If dad gets home before me, tell him I will be right back. Asher sighed. No one was messing with their house. Asher grinned at her. I know what you are really doing with those things all day; practicing your yarn-fu. She looked at her knitting needles on the counter. Asher saw a slight grin appear on her face as he shut the door. Asher shut the door of the cab and watched it speed away, a sense of foreboding settling in his stomach.
The sun was nearly set. With its departure, a cool breeze blew along the street dispersing the heat that had pounded down earlier in the day. The breeze should have been refreshing. Instead, Asher shivered and pulled up the hood of his hoodie. After he was finished he would have to walk back several blocks to a busier street to get a cab for the ride home. Of course that would mean spending the rest of the pizza money he had stolen. Maybe he would just find a pay phone and call his dad to pick him up and take his lumps early. The street was empty but for drifting pieces of litter.
Long shadows leaned from every building along the street. It was something he hated about living in the city. He could walk three blocks to the north or south and be on safer streets. But a few steps away from where he stood, anything could happen. If he yelled out no one would come. He was truly alone. He had prepared for this moment. He had a plan in place.
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His hoodie and shirt were neutral colors. No gang member would have reason to threaten him. He was tall now, a senior in high school. From a distance, he looked like an adult. He did not look like prey. No, he could very well be the predator. The long shadows were his friends. He needed to use the darkness to pass along the streets unnoticed.
He strode across the street and walked down a dark alleyway, going over his plans in his mind. First he needed to see if the police were still watching the travel agency. The far side of the alleyway opened up across the street from the parking garage that his father and his partner had been parked in earlier that day. The stakeout car was still there. He could just see the hood of it protruding up from behind the concrete barrier. Asher headed back down the alley and crossed the street again, away from the view of the police.
From that point of view they could see the entrance to the rear lot, but not the loading dock itself. He doubted that there was another team watching the rear of the agency. His father had made it sound like they were the only ones on watch. Still, he was careful to keep an eye out for other possible cars being used as watch points.