The Collie Murders: A Serial Killer Crime Thriller by Jared Paul Page B
Authors: Jared Paul
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Collie that came to collect the dead, and he took his time because he knew everyone had to wait on him as there were no other options.
“You ready to pack up camp, Buddy? I had the Chief put Nate and Luke on our route, so if you want to wander home, you could.”
Travis stared at the back of the coroner’s van as Buck Davidson loaded Mrs. Lawson on a stretcher. Buck had zipped her up in a black bag and that was all there was to it, the end of his teacher’s story.
“Shit. Heads up pal.”
In the last second, Travis looked up and noticed what Louis was swearing over. It turned out it was a second he’d wish he had a chance to do over.
Abby was sliding out of her car, her blond hair tossed over a bare shoulder, her shorts riding high on her upper thighs to show off her legs. The tank top she was wearing was tastefully sexy, conforming to her body but not appearing as if she’d been poured into it. It was the perfect outfit for the evening, since it was summer in Collie and evenings were muggy and sweltering, like being imprisoned in the mouth of a giant.
Travis had to remember how to breathe. Whatever issues they had as a couple, most of them paled next to how drop dead incredible she was. She was the absolute personification of incredible.
Abby had gone to the convenience store to pick up something she needed, and it was the only stop on her way home from work. The last person she wanted to see was literally the first person her eyes locked gazes with as she got out of the car. Leaning against his patrol car, his uniform cut to fit his frame as if it existed merely to make him look better was Travis and his million-yard stare. She saw, even from the eight foot or so distance they were from each other, that he was somewhere in between Happyland and Irritatedville. She couldn’t tell in which direction he was headed.
Abby decided to take the long way to the entrance to the store, and to take a deep breath and face Travis. She crossed the parking lot, her purse on her shoulder and her chin lifted. She hoped her brave face was working.
“Hi,” she said as she came within a foot of the patrol car.
Louis tilted his head toward the convenience store. “I’m going to walk in that direction until something gets in my way. Excuse me.”
Abby turned her attention away from Louis, smiled at Louis‘ weird sense of humor, and after he’d gone, dropped her head and sighed.
“You know you want to forgive me, so yell at me and get it over with and let’s be friends again.”
Despite his mood, Travis smiled. It was difficult to try and prove a point to someone that you couldn’t stay mad at. He crossed his arms to his chest, thinking of a hundred different things to say but then settling on just the one thing. It really was the last idea that should have come to him, and it certainly wasn’t going to win an illumination awards, but as far as solutions went, it had its upside.
“Move in with me.”
Abby, upon hearing such a ridiculous suggestion, began laughing. When she saw that Travis wasn’t laughing, she sobered.
“What?”
Travis looked over his shoulder as the coroner’s van started, and in the wake of what had gone on earlier, he didn’t want to have what should be a private conversation with a bunch of people wandering around come to see the spot on the floor where and old woman had died. He said, “After you get what you need out of the store, come find me at my place and we’ll talk.”
CHAPTER 12
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Abby let her eyes roam around Travis’ home, wondering not for the first time if there was any amount of feminine touches that could remove the absolute bachelor quality of the place. Socks, underwear, old wrappers from candy bars, and pretty much anything else that never made it to where it was supposed to go littered the floor. The only safe place in the whole of Travis’ living
“You ready to pack up camp, Buddy? I had the Chief put Nate and Luke on our route, so if you want to wander home, you could.”
Travis stared at the back of the coroner’s van as Buck Davidson loaded Mrs. Lawson on a stretcher. Buck had zipped her up in a black bag and that was all there was to it, the end of his teacher’s story.
“Shit. Heads up pal.”
In the last second, Travis looked up and noticed what Louis was swearing over. It turned out it was a second he’d wish he had a chance to do over.
Abby was sliding out of her car, her blond hair tossed over a bare shoulder, her shorts riding high on her upper thighs to show off her legs. The tank top she was wearing was tastefully sexy, conforming to her body but not appearing as if she’d been poured into it. It was the perfect outfit for the evening, since it was summer in Collie and evenings were muggy and sweltering, like being imprisoned in the mouth of a giant.
Travis had to remember how to breathe. Whatever issues they had as a couple, most of them paled next to how drop dead incredible she was. She was the absolute personification of incredible.
Abby had gone to the convenience store to pick up something she needed, and it was the only stop on her way home from work. The last person she wanted to see was literally the first person her eyes locked gazes with as she got out of the car. Leaning against his patrol car, his uniform cut to fit his frame as if it existed merely to make him look better was Travis and his million-yard stare. She saw, even from the eight foot or so distance they were from each other, that he was somewhere in between Happyland and Irritatedville. She couldn’t tell in which direction he was headed.
Abby decided to take the long way to the entrance to the store, and to take a deep breath and face Travis. She crossed the parking lot, her purse on her shoulder and her chin lifted. She hoped her brave face was working.
“Hi,” she said as she came within a foot of the patrol car.
Louis tilted his head toward the convenience store. “I’m going to walk in that direction until something gets in my way. Excuse me.”
Abby turned her attention away from Louis, smiled at Louis‘ weird sense of humor, and after he’d gone, dropped her head and sighed.
“You know you want to forgive me, so yell at me and get it over with and let’s be friends again.”
Despite his mood, Travis smiled. It was difficult to try and prove a point to someone that you couldn’t stay mad at. He crossed his arms to his chest, thinking of a hundred different things to say but then settling on just the one thing. It really was the last idea that should have come to him, and it certainly wasn’t going to win an illumination awards, but as far as solutions went, it had its upside.
“Move in with me.”
Abby, upon hearing such a ridiculous suggestion, began laughing. When she saw that Travis wasn’t laughing, she sobered.
“What?”
Travis looked over his shoulder as the coroner’s van started, and in the wake of what had gone on earlier, he didn’t want to have what should be a private conversation with a bunch of people wandering around come to see the spot on the floor where and old woman had died. He said, “After you get what you need out of the store, come find me at my place and we’ll talk.”
CHAPTER 12
………………………………..
Abby let her eyes roam around Travis’ home, wondering not for the first time if there was any amount of feminine touches that could remove the absolute bachelor quality of the place. Socks, underwear, old wrappers from candy bars, and pretty much anything else that never made it to where it was supposed to go littered the floor. The only safe place in the whole of Travis’ living
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