A Decorated Cop…

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Patrick O’Brady stared at the news article. “A cop. And a decorated one at that.” He dropped the newspaper down on the desk and looked out the window. “Are you sure it was him?”

“Yes, boss. Camera footage at the hotel showed him leaving right after your son. And Sonny said he saw a gray Tundra leaving after the… um… incident, sir,” Brian said.



“Why did he do it?” O’Brady looked at Brian.

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

“My son is dead and you… don’t… know. What do I pay you for?” O’Brady threw the paper at him. “FIND OUT!”


Friday Fictioneers

Photo from HERE

Ok, by way of an explanation, I wrote this for FF using the wrong photo prompt and it wasn't until I went to post it there that I realized I had used Rochelle's photo from her work. That being said, I thought this piece was too good and didn't want it to go to waste so I am posting it as an "extra" for this week.

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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