Red Eyes: Bloody Trailhead

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.


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Lamar watched Ashish sigh before the Indian man replied. “If I answer your questions, will you just go?”

“I'll be gone like a ghost.” Lamar promised, hand over his heart

“Back to haunt me on Friday.”

“Business is business. You're getting yours, you can't be that mad. How many mini-marts have you seen come and go since you opened? We're keeping you alive and you know it.”

Ashish grimaced but didn't dispute the assertion.

Lamar pressed on, “Truth is truth, ya know?”

"Yumkinuk aistikhdam famak lilshari walhadith alkhidae."

“What?” Lamar's voice took on a dangerous tone.

“Just praying for luck. You know that alley where J.J. 's body was found? Near Gary's Pawn Shop?”

“Corner of Atlantic and East Lickton.”

“Yeah, that's the one. Some of the slum apartments there overlook the alley. Supposedly, one of the tenants came out to smoke and saw a cop drag a garbage bag into the alley.”

“So?”

“So when he cut it open and dumped out its contents, it was J.J.'s body that poured out.”

:"Oh shit."

"Yeah."


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Still gritty, Lamar is smooth, and he just uncovered some real dirt on J.J.'s murder. Paid well, too.

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