“May I help you?” “Dr. Peter Jackson?” Love asked. “Yes.” “I’m Detective Love and this is Detective Randle. We’re from the Richmond PD,” Arthur Love partially lied. He thought it was best that he say Andre Randle was a Richmond police officer rather than Norfolk PD. He retrieved his wallet and fl...
She shopped by rote, grabbing the things she knew they needed without thinking about it. Her mind was on the mess her life had become, the mess she had let it become. She told herself at JFK that she was making a mistake, but she ignored her mind and followed her heart. Now she was trapped. She g...
His face was buried into his folded arms. There was a light knock before the wood grain door slowly swung ajar. He was in such a slumber he never bothered to look up to see who had just entered the room. Chief Andrews stuck his head in first, and then allowed his body to follow. “No sleeping on t...