FICTION RELAY #33

‘Suzi’s Saga’ continues… is she getting closer to her goal?  Will it get her killed?  Where are the others?  What sinister forces are still to be revealed?   In the last few chapters we have seen Suzi resort to pickpocketing to make an unusual purchase and then get caught, her 15-year-old daughter being ravished in the front seat of a car, her friends in a frantic search and some ‘not so friends’ anxious to see her again.  The Fiction Relay is the product of the demented  Reclining Gentleman and his collaborators.  Catch up with a summary and then read on… 

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The black and whites hit the parking lot in a fury of sirens and flashing lights, as the Nashville police respond quickly, statutory rape was not taken lightly in Tennessee.   Their orders had come from high up, that the tip was more than credible.  A fifteen year old girl was involved, and they were to arrest the man in the black Lincoln.  The first officers on the scene saw the motorcycle with the lithe figure speed out of the parking lot, but it was the man they were after, so they quickly hemmed in the town car before the driver had a chance to exit.

A furious Spencer shot from the car to confront the cops.  “Just what the hell do you think you are doing?”

” Sir, we are placing you under arrest for the rape of a minor.  A concerned citizen reported the activity, and apparently caught your act on tape. Knows the girl.  Besides, screwing in Hog Heaven’s parking lot is frowned upon.”

“That’s impossible, you can’t even see inside!”,  a bug-eyed Spencer protested as the cuffs snapped and grew tighter.

“The windows may be tinted, but the windshield isn’t.  You can have your say at the station, I’ll Mirandize you on the way.”

The dirty white van pulled out of the Hog’s lot and headed west to follow the bike.  How the girl knew where she was headed they weren’t sure, but the occupants were tasked to protect her… as if Blue needed their help.  Turning in pretty-boy Spencer was the best fun they’d had in some time.  The Director had not been pleased with him and approved of the lesson, the douche would be out soon anyway.

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 A thousand miles west, Jose Torres helped a stunned Suzi stow her bags in the bed of a sun-bleached pick-up truck.  ‘Sanderson‘… the distant name gave her a chill… ‘this was getting more complicated, but maybe he can help.’

Jose shifted into gear and tipped his stained cowboy hat, “I think you have my wallet.  Let’s gas up those cans, and where exactly are we going?”

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Two planes touch down at Albuquerque International Sunport.  Sam and Ephraim depart the Southwest jet into the air-conditioned terminal.  Outside on the shimmering tarmac, a private charter waits to deplane its fare.  A determined Melissa helps a shrouded figure down the aisle, the stench overpowering the attendant at the open door… (to be continued)  

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The Noted Romance Writer, Dawn Rinken at The Mouse’s Soapbox is next to answer some of our questions, and add a few of her own no doubt…

4 responses

  1. Aw, spencer was only trying to help. I feel like things are about to come to a boiling point. Nice job.

  2. So this is what you’ve been up to. I’ve been missing you at Trifecta. But this is infinitely interesting. I caught up with the summary link. wow, this is quite the continuing story. What a great idea. And nice work on this segment, it makes me want to follow it up.

    1. Thanks, Steph. It’s been fun. I’ve been really busy with no time to time to devote properly to Trifecta… which is a drag.

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