Drama in a Small Town:
Victoria’sdetermination and good looks got her a...: Victoria’s determination and good looks got her a job. Her attempt to intervene when one of her co-workers became addicted to drugs tu...
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Drama in a Small Town: FALSE ARREST
Drama in a Small Town: FALSE ARREST: FALSE ARREST J. Brennan “Police, open the door.” The pounding and shouts...
FALSE ARREST
FALSE ARREST
J. Brennan
“Police,
open the door.”
The
pounding and shouts roused Ben out of a deep sleep. He sat up in bed, sure he
was dreaming when a loud crack splintered the door of his studio apartment.
Officers dressed in swat-team uniforms flooded the room. Arms yanked him to his
feet.
“Wait
a minute. Stop. What’s going on?” Ben’s protest was met with an arm to the
throat as he was wrestled to the floor. He felt a knee to the back of his neck
as metal cuffs pinched on his wrists.
“Would
someone please tell me…”
“You
have the right to remain silent.” The officer continued reading Ben his rights
before they hauled him to his feet.
“At
least, give me my pants and shoes…wallet.”
Someone
swore and tossed a pair of jeans in his direction. A grim officer helped him
dress and allowed him to slip his bare feet into his shoes, while others
rummaged through his dresser.
“Found
it.” An officer held up a package. No one else spoke as two strong men hauled
him downstairs and into a squad car.
Ben’s
questions remained unanswered as they sped to the police station. He didn’t
bother to protest when the officers led him into a small room furnished with
two chairs and a table. He realized a video camera captured his every move so
he sat quietly, careful not to show any emotion.
After
twenty minutes, Detective Grissom entered the room and slapped a folder on the
table. He scrapped out the chair sat across from Ben, taking his time shuffling
the papers in front of him.
“Drug
possession with the intent to sell,” he growled.
Ben
started to speak but realized the situation was hopeless. He wasn’t involved in
drugs. Didn’t have drugs in his apartment. That didn’t mean they weren’t placed
there by rogue cops. He listened while Grissom read off the charges.
“You’re
in serious trouble, young man.”
Ben
stayed silent and stared at the detective.
Grissom’s
voice rose to a higher level. He stood and began to pace the room. “What do you
have to say for yourself?”
Ben
clamped his lips.
Grissom
stood between Ben and the camera and slapped the open folder before him. “If
you don’t plan to talk to me, I’ll have no option but to book you. Understand?”
Ben
noticed the detective edged the folder in his direction. He glanced down and
squashed a smile when he read the note. We
got them, Ben. I’m placing you in protective custody until it’s time to
testify.
Undercover
agent, Ben Marks nodded. Instead of a cell, another undercover agent rushed him
off to a motel room. It was much better than the grimy apartment he rented to
take part in the sting.
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Drama in a Small Town: Victoria’sdetermination and good looks got her a...
Drama in a Small Town:
Victoria’sdetermination and good looks got her a...: Victoria’s determination and good looks got her a job. Her attempt to intervene when one of her co-workers became addicted to drugs tu...
Victoria’sdetermination and good looks got her a...: Victoria’s determination and good looks got her a job. Her attempt to intervene when one of her co-workers became addicted to drugs tu...
Victoria’s
determination and good looks got her a job. Her attempt to intervene when one
of her co-workers became addicted to drugs turned into a disaster. During a crisis,
will the handsome undercover narcotic agent, Sean Casey, arrive in time to
rescue her?
VICTORIA, by Joyce Brennan is available at:
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
ADVENTURE AT THE SPCA
“We’re
not buying a dog,” my husband insisted. “We’re just looking.”
“Of
course not,” I agreed. "Just looking."
The
SPCA website showed a multitude of animals to rescue on my home
computer and I wrote down the names of the ones I thought I’d like to see.
Tom and I drove out to the Dewey Animal Shelter in Las Vegas to LOOK.
Unlike
the old days when you could peruse all of the animals, the shelter now
provided a video display of the dogs, cats, rabbits, and
gerbils available for adoption.
From
my original list, number one was gone. We were told numbers two and
three had been abused and snapped at strangers. Number four
had health problems. I took another look at the video and saw a dog they tagged
as El Paso. (The shelter gives the dogs strange names.) El Paso was put on
display that very day, so I asked to see him.
“Abused,”
the attendant warned. “I’m not sure how he will react.” He brought the dog,
attached to a lasso-type leash, and told me to sit on the bench and let him get
used to me. Imagine my surprise when the six pound, long-haired Chihuahua
leaped up onto my lap. He then hopped over to Tom and licked his cheek. We
were smitten.
Tom
took the leash and led the four-year old puppy out to their patio to see how he
would behave. El Paso obeyed the Sit, Stay, Come commands.
After filling in the paperwork, paying the adoption fee, and listened as the
shelter attendant gave us instructions, we were the proud owners of the dog we
renamed Pepe. I chose the name Pepe because Tom insisted on calling him Puppy. Now
(Pepe/Puppy) comes by either name.
Once home,
we set up boundaries in order to begin the house-training process.
After taking him for the initial walk, we watched and waited. Four hours later,
the dog leaned against the door, and jumped up and down when we attached
the leash.
“He’s
housebroken!”
We are so fortunate that this little doggie found us. I
highly recommend the SPCA if you’re looking to adopt a pet. There are
so many abandoned animals out there, and we got the prize.
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