The small town of Briar Reef is shaken to its core when one of its leading citizens is found dead in the woods with her face missing. Detective Celia Sparks is working her first murder case in the town where she had come to escape but this big city cop has her work cut out for her. The more she uncovers the more questions they are than answers. In a town that’s known for burying its secrets how will she ever find the truth?Briar Reef Murder Mystery is created by Jordan Silver, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
View MoreCelia sat stupefied, ignoring the snickers and murmurs from those around her. He would pick the day when the station was fuller than usual to drop his little bombshell. She dared not look around to see who all was close enough to hear what heÕd said, and besides, her cheeks were flaming red. Not a good look for a detective. She barely tasted the rest of her food as she shoveled it into her mouth for something to do with her hands. At least his theatrics had taken her mind off of the sickening confessions of Don Simpson. She had a few jurisdictions to call and knew she was going to be here all day. She passed the task of calling around to a few of the others and went back to the interrogation room. By the time she left there that night, she had a crick in her neck, and her mind was numb. Thankfully Stella had clammed up and refused to talk, which worked in CeliaÕs favor since she wanted to be the one to question the other woman. Because of what had happened with Val
ÒShe wasnÕt always like this. I donÕt knowÉÓ Don rocked back and forth on the chair in the interview room down at the police station. It felt like heÕd just lived through a lifetime, but in actuality, it had only been a few hours. The female detective looked way too confident, and he was beginning to think that this was the end of the line for him. Just his luck, heÕd moved to a small town to get away from big-city cops who seemed to have more knowhow, only to run into an ex-New York detective. They donÕt get much bigger than that. And this one seemed to know what she was doing. HeÕd sat across from enough law enforcement officers to know when he was dealing with a pro or a dud. He was still trying to wrap his head around StellaÕs behavior. Why had she gone off the deep end now when sheÕd always gone out of her way to be careful? Never letting anything so much as slip in the past. He needed to throw up in the worst way, but the last time heÕd asked, the detective had poin
What the hell? Both Detective Sparks and Officer Bailey ran for cover when Stella Simpson pulled the gun neither of them knew she was carrying while Don sat at his desk looking lost as if he had no idea what was going on around him. He was only aware that in the last few minutes, things seemed to be going downhill fast. A day that had started out like any other had suddenly turned to shit seemingly in the blink of an eye, and for the first time, instead of making things better the way it always did, his stepmotherÕs presence seemed to be having the opposite effect. It was true that outside of his sexual fetishes, he hadnÕt grown much and had always been dependent on the older, more mature woman to handle such things. All of this was going through his mind as things began to unravel around him, and he couldnÕt seem to get a grip on reality even as things were happening right in front of him. The loud recoil of the second gunshot seemed to drag him out of his stupor, and he
I wonder what it is that sheÕs thinking about so deeply? Celia thought as she watched the older woman closely while she seemed lost in thought. In the last five minutes, a myriad of emotions had crossed that rather expressive face that she was sure had once held immense beauty but was now weathered by life and time. She did her best to hide her true feelings about the conclusions sheÕd drawn in the last few minutes, but she may have thrown up a little in her mouth a time or two. Had the woman always acted like this with her stepson in the presence of others? Had no one else ever noticed the ick factor here? Nowhere in her research had anything even remotely close to what was glaring her in the face been mentioned or even hinted at. But it was obvious from the ease with which the older woman did it and the nonchalant way in which her stepson accepted the action that it was not a new thing between them. There were too many questions running through her mind now that
Stella Simpson was indeed in the habit of touching her stepson wherever and whenever she chose, but the move was a subconscious one on her part this time. Like Don, she too hadnÕt been expecting the cops to show up again so soon. Unlike him, though, she didnÕt think they were mindless idiots, but neither did she give them credit for being this quick on their feet. SheÕd expected a bit more digging and a few more questions maybe since they didnÕt have anything else to go on, but nothing like the questions sheÕd overheard through the intercom. She wasnÕt expecting things to take this turn and hadnÕt been prepared. Though things were still not as bad as they could be, she was trying to prevent just that from happening. She knew that Don had a tendency to become flustered rather easily and that her touch is one of the only ways to calm him down and keep him grounded when he gets like this. It was a bit risky in front of the cops or any stranger for that matter, but it was be
Don Simpson was caught completely off guard by the sudden appearance of the two officers who showed up at his office door out of nowhere unannounced. TheyÕd caught him slipping, as the young people like to say since heÕd been sure that heÕd warded off the female detective the day before. His secretary looked a bit askance at him as she ushered them into the inner office before closing the door behind them. ÒDetective, what can I do for you? I thought we already established yesterday that I donÕt know the young lady in question, so wouldnÕt be of much help with your investigation. Come in, come in.Ó He made a grand gesture of inviting them in as he gave them his best shit-eating grin. The one that every good lawyer worth his salt had practiced in his mirror at least a thousand times give or take. It pretty much says weÕre all on the same team, nothing to see here and has gotten him out of many a scrape with the boys in blue in the past. The fact that she was a woman shoul
Gil wasnÕt looking too good when the detectives showed up at his door. HeÕd not too long gotten off the phone with Bobby, whoÕd called to give him a heads-up that they were on their way to see him. He didnÕt quite know how to feel about other people knowing what heÕd done on the very night after his wifeÕs dead body was found. He didnÕt want people in the little town, thinking that he hadnÕt loved his Mel because he did. He also had the fleeting worry that the New York detective might find his actions suspicious and start sniffing around his tail instead of going after the real killer. According to Bobby, she wasnÕt the type, and from what heÕd seen so far, heÕd have to agree. Still, what heÕd done could be misconstrued and damn sure frowned upon if it got back to the wrong people. By the time he opened the door to Detective Sparks, and Officer Bailey Gil was in a state. HeÕd worked himself into a tizzy worrying not only about what heÕd done but also about the fact that h
By the time Celia reached her desk Riley, and his antics were the last thing on her mind. She was back in detective mode and was sure that she was on the right track. SheÕd spent most of the time after leaving Don WilsonÕs office, concentrating on who the mystery guest had been, but now her focus had shifted back to her reason for going there in the first place. She was sure that sheÕd found Don Simpson and the fact that heÕd changed his name and was now using an alias was only one of the reasons she found him suspicious. As a detective whoÕd been trained by the best, she knew all of the signs to look for in a suspect. Some of them are sophisticated enough to get away with lying, but a greenhorn like Don wasnÕt savvy enough to pull the wool over her eyes. She couldnÕt quite put her finger on why exactly she didnÕt peg him as her killer; the vibe just wasnÕt there. But she knew from his squirrely actions under her questioning that he knew something or was involved in some
Don stepped gingerly from the shower, the welts on his ass and back burning like fire with each move he made. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure heÕd enjoyed all evening and into the night, though, so he wasnÕt about to complain. Not only had he had one of the best fucks of his life, which was saying a lot considering, but that hot detective didnÕt seem to be on his scent. SheÕd given him a bit of a stir showing up like that, but in the end, he was able to keep her from guessing the truth. It still remains to be seen if heÕd have to pick up stakes and leave town in the near future, but for now, he didnÕt feel the rush to do so, not like last time when the cops were on his ass, and he had to bail. Standing in front of the mirror, he ran the towel over his wet chest down past his middle that was growing a little soft to his cock that was still on full alert. In the bedroom next door, his tormentor was waiting, ready to soothe the pain left by her vicious beating.
"Umm, how are you always so good at this?" Sonya Davis ran her hands up and down her lover's back as she moved her hips up to meet his. His cock slid deep within her, and deeper still, making her juices run down and wet the place beneath her, soaking her ass in the bargain.She's never been this wet with anyone else, never enjoyed the pleasures that this one man can give her. Her heart cried out as her loins trembled and she begged him in hushed whispers to go deeper. He took her lips roughly, bruising them with his brute force. A force she craved like water needed to quench a thirst.His lips fell away from hers and made their way down to her neck where he teased her with his teeth, knowing that he didn't dare mark her. But knowing it, the thought of doing it still, filled him with a kind of excitement that he hadn't enjoyed in too long to remember.She tugged his head back to hers as she felt her pussy clench in readiness and their lips came together in fiery passion as they each
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