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Leesa's Advent Chapter 536
The bank was crowded. Tellers manned four stations behind the dark marble counter, but the line of people waiting between the padded scarlet ropes still folded back on itself like tourists waiting their turn at Disneyland. A couple of young children roamed free, chattering and playing with the ropes and the shiny brass-plated stands. A baby was crying.Conner hated coming to the bank on Saturdays, but he’d been forced to come today by a problem with his car loan that he’d put off for too long. Fortunately, there was only one person ahead of him at the service desk. Conner waited a discreet distance away, leaning against the marble counter around the corner from the tellers’ windows. The broad leaves of a tall dieffenbachia plant provided him some separation from the crowd in the main line.A tall, thin youth wearing an expensive leather overcoat entered the bank. Something about the kid sent Conner’s antennae twitching. The temperature outside was at least seventy. He knew some street
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Conner left Cecilia's condo shortly before noon, returning to his apartment while she headed out for a lunch date with her father. She’d invited him to come along, but he had begged off. The return of his nightmare had left him very unsettled. He didn’t really want to be alone, but he didn’t feel like socializing, either. So he spent the afternoon lazing around his apartment, watching football and killing time. He and Cecilia would see each other for dinner. Currently, he lay stretched out on his back on his bed with his hands clasped over his eyes, palms facing up toward the ceiling, resting. The television rattled on in the living room—he could hear muted voices and an occasional outburst of cheering from a late game. A wide band of sunlight streamed through the west-facing window, covering his bed like a warm, weightless blanket. The inactivity was a mistake. His thoughts turned to the file in the kitchen drawer, where it had lain unlooked at since Thursday evenin
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Th e appartment was dark, illuminated only by the ghostly flickering of the television. Stretched out on his worn couch, Pete Weber shoved the crumbling remnants of his second double cheeseburger into a white Burger King bag and tossed the bag to the floor. He rubbed his greasy palms on his jeans, then pushed the stop button on the remote control of the new DVD player he had stolen the day before. The room went black, but Weber had never minded the darkness.After a moment, he sat up and switched on the table lamp next to the couch. He looked at the piece of old shopping bag he’d scribbled on during his first two viewings of the show, nodding in approval as his eyes scanned down the paper. His notes were thorough. They contained everything he needed to remember.He grinned, remembering how he used to mock First Lieutenant Frank Osborne Jr., Columbia class of ‘73, for the notes he made and studied before each mission of their ten-man Special Forces team. Web
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The woman must have felt his eyes on her, because she beamed a fake smile and thrust out one hip in a time-honored stance. Weber returned the smile. Her body was better than okay. And she wasn’t wearing a wig. He was going to enjoy this in more ways than one.He moved closer, until less than a foot of space separated their bodies. In her gold stilettos, she was just a few inches shorter than him. He could see the uneven smears of make-up caked on her cheeks, and her breath smelled of stale tobacco and coffee. Surprisingly, her teeth were white and straight. Not one to take home to Mother, he thought, but she would do. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his money, making certain she saw both bills. He held one of the hundreds in front of her chin. She eyed it greedily.“I’m all yours, baby,” she purred, clutching the bill between her thumb and forefinger but making no move to pull it from his hand. “Whatever you want, I promise
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Wednesday morning, Conner arrived at work to find Sloane waiting in his office, looking completely at home in Conner’s chair with his feet stretched out atop the desk, his cell phone pressed against his ear. Sloane grinned and held up his index finger, signaling he would be through in a minute. Conner plopped onto the leather visitor’s chair beside his desk and waited. He hadn’t spoken to Sloane since Saturday, when he had relayed Jo Hegan’s information about Christy DeMars, but he didn’t need to be a detective to know Sloane’s visit was not a social call. Sloane’s presence meant only one thing—some new development in the case. Either Miller and Sorenson had come up with something important, or else the killer had struck again. Conner prayed it was the former, but he had a sinking feeling it was not.Sloane was doing a lot more listening than talking, but from the little Conner could hear, he was talking to someone back at headq
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He was honest enough about his talents to know it might. And could he refuse Sloane when his old friend so clearly wanted his help? Not if he wanted to keep what self-respect he had left. But how deep could he allow himself to be drawn in? He got up and resumed pacing. Finally, he turned back to Sloane. “If I said yes, where would I fit in?” “How about right above Miller and Sorenson?” “Take over? No way. I’m not even a cop anymore, remember?” Sloane studied Conner’s face. How hard could he push his friend? “I can fix that.” Conner’s response was immediate. “No way. I’m through with all that. It’ll have to be something else.” Sloane backed off, not wanting to risk losing Conner completely. “Then we’ll set it up however you want. Make you an independent consultant. Coordinate through my office. You need anything, you ask me. You got any suggestions, you tell me and I’ll see they’re followed up. Do as much or as little as you want.
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Sitting on the matted brown carpet of his sparsely furnished apartment, his back propped against the front of his couch, Conner watched the shoot-em-up climax of the “Christ Killer” episode of Vice Squad. Gunshots blasted from the screen as the cops traded fire with the cornered killer, a welcome sign the show was almost over. He could have watched the recording at his office or downtown at Police Headquarters, but this was more convenient, so he had gone ahead and bought a DVR player. He had the grim feeling he would be watching and recording more episodes in the weeks to come, so having the player seemed like a good idea. He’d been singularly unimpressed with the show, finding it nothing more than an hour-long paean to violence and sex. While the writing was imaginative in some ways, the show was full of impossible situations, clichés and completely unrealistic stereotypes of criminals and police. The real Vice Squad dealt with vice—prostitution, gambling, pornography—not
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Thursday morning, the shit, as Sloane had predicted, began to hit the fan. An industrious young female reporter from the Times had used her charms to pry a complete description of the condition of Sheila’s body from the motel manager. The details were bizarre enough to merit a follow-up story on the killing, and someone in the copy room immediately recognized that the murder matched the killing on Vice Squad. The television connection was all it took to fan a spark into a flame. The local radio and television news jumped on the story, trumpeting the copycat murder as their lead story. By dinnertime, the killing was the talk of Los Angeles. Curled up side-by-side on the couch in Cecilia’s living room, Conner with his shoeless feet on the coffee table, Cecilia with her legs drawn up underneath her on the couch, they watched a perky, dark-haired female reporter on the five o’clock news describe the grisly details of the killing. “That’s horrible,” Cecilia said as the st
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Searing hot pain shot like lightning throughout every inch of Serena’s body. Well, every inch she could feel, which left her very disturbed indeed, because she couldn’t feel anything past her waist. She could barely breathe without severe pain ripping through her chest and back. She knew what that meant—broken ribs. But what about her legs? Where were they? And why did her wrists feel shackled? Oh, dear God! What’s become of me? Her shallow breaths quickened. Her heart raced and fought for freedom behind her aching chest. Tears burst through her closed eyes and flowed untapped down the sides of her face.A voice sliced through the whooshing sound in her ears. A voice she knew all too well, and had come to despise with every molecule in her being.“Uh, Doc, I think she’s coming ’round. What do you want me to do?” Steve asked.“Hmm? Oh, nuffin. Nuffin, Seeve. Jus’ keep watchin’,” Dr. Chappo sl
