Creative Writing: Scheele Law

My house is on the right. Larry nervously replies, pointing towards a two-story Victorian on the corner. Pulling into the driveway, she turns off the car. "Get out nice and slow and no one will get hurt." She instructs, shoving the gun in the middle of his back. "Wh-Why are you doing this?" He stutters. "I'm being chased by the cops. Now go," she says, pushing him out of the car. "Why me?" He questions. "Because you were the closest one I could find," She answers escorting him up the stairs. "Unlock the door." She quickly looks behind her. The neighborhood remained completely still. "Come on, I don't have all day!" She scolds, watching him nervously fumble with the key ring. "Here, let me." Snatching the keys from his hand, she unlocks the …show more content…

According to Dover PD, she was caught with 10 kilos of cocaine. She also had an artillery of illegal firearms in her apartment." "So she could be armed and dangerous." "She might me. According to what I've found, she has a husband, two children here in town and works at Scheele Law firm. I have officers sitting on her house and the law firm now." "So what do you want us to do captain?" "I want you to go back to the square try to retrace her steps. Get camera footage, eyewitness statements anything that's going to help us find her." "We're on it, captain." *** "So you ran because you were stopped for speeding?" "No, no I ran because the floozy, I stole the ID from has a warrant for her arrest out of Delaware." "Wait a minute what floozy are you talking about?" "The woman my first husband was sleeping with. See I stole her car, her Id and came to Arkansas." "Your first husband?" "I've been married twice." "Where's this other woman and your husband now?" "Dead. I killed them, then left the state." "Whoa now wait a minute. You killed your husband and his girlfriend then fled to Arkansas?" "That's what I've been trying to tell you," she replies, jumping up to check the window. Seeing nothing had changed, she sits back …show more content…

It was self-defense it really was but they're not going to believe me." "They might." "The cops didn't believe me when it happened and they won't believe me now," She rambles nervously, pacing again. "Wait what do you mean it was self-defense?" "He tried to kill me in a house fire. When he found out I survived, he took me out in the woods to kill me once and for all." "Does the police know he tried to kill you?" "Yes, but they were more concerned about his truck blowing up than what he did to me." "How did his truck blow up?" He asks, wishfully glancing towards the bar. "I rigged up explosives to ignite when he started the