After spending several hours, in the motel with Frank, Marlene showered, dressed, and started to leave, the raven-haired beauty, picked up her purse, going toward the door, she said, “Thanks for a lovely time. I need to go, love you.” Lifting up the corner of the sheet, Frank motioned for her to join him. The distinguished looking man, teased, “Ah, come on, you can stay a bit longer.” “I would love to, but I can’t, my husband will be home this afternoon,” she said, patting him on the rear end. “If you don’t mind, I’m not leaving right now, since I paid the day rate for the room. I’m going to rest a while before going to the office. Wow, that was a real workout,” Frank said, getting out of bed to tell her goodbye and lock the door. Leaning …show more content…
“Will you show us where she is? Do you know the victim?” The officer asked. “Sure, her name is Katherine Lincoln. Follow me,” Dan said, going down the driveway toward the gate, and stopped, pointing toward the trash cans, he said, “She’s over there.” “Thank you,” Officer Jackson said going over to check the victim and then went to his car to get a blanket to cover the body. “I’ll call it in,” his partner said. While waiting for backup, Officer Jackson spoke with Dan and asked, “Did you hear anything last night or this morning?” “My bedroom is on the other side of the house. I never hear anything going on over here,” he said, pointing to the house on the other side of Katherine’s home. Officer Jackson asked, “Who found the body?” “Her name is Karen Davis that’s her coming up the driveway,” Dan said, pointing to a woman walking toward them and introduced her, “Officer Jackson, this is Mrs. Davis. She discovered the body. “Mrs. Davis, did you see anyone else in the area?” The officer asked. She pointed toward the back of the house, and said, “A man came around the side of the house and went that way. I didn’t see anyone
Of Mice And Men' by John Steinbeck is a classic novel, tragedy, written in a social tone. The authorial attitude is idyllic, however, as the story develops it changes into skeptic. It is evident that Steinbeck knew the setting and places he is writing about.
“She is sixty-eight-years old with short gray hair, about five feet tall and weighs around one-hundred-twenty-five-pounds. She was wearing a blue pantsuit when I left for work. Her car is a 2006 Blue Malibu, here is the license number, I wrote it down, is there anything else I can do to help you find her?” Andrew asked, handing the paper to the officer.
“And what should we discuss? Which lady in here my husband is bedding?” Ann chirped.
“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.
“Yep. Never dreamed we’d find a secret room containing a skeleton in blue pajamas.” He laughed, and it sounded like steel chafing through pebbles. “Then end up here trying to figure out why a ghost is haunting our house.”
“The infamous Avril Parks.” His words broke the silence, but she didn’t respond, her eyes focused downward on the table separating the two. “Let’s see.” There was a case file on the
Another woman joined them, “My neighbor said they have a theory about the ghost, but no one believes it,”
“Nawl Auntie,” he differed. “You don’t need to be around there. You need some sleep. Take this key and go up those stairs.” He pointed at one of the quadraplexes. “And you can chill out at my spot. It’s the one at the top on your right.”
“That Tristan McLean's house. Why are we landing in Tristan McLean’s HOUSE!” She screamed the last part at Tony.
“Sloane!” Trent said, putting his lunch down. “Would you like to sit down?” He stood from the table to welcome her. It was a formal gesture but his body did it automatically.
”Erik-” He huffed, not bothering to finish the sentence as he flipped off the light and crawled in next to him again, an unspoken agreement that the mood had vanished hanging in the air. Still, Charles was feeling brave enough to curl close to the older man, wrapping his arm around his waist in a light hold, resting his forehead against his shoulder gently.
“yes?” her voice was sweet but you could tell she didn’t want me here. “ Sorry for coming so late but i need a room for a few nights”. She answered with a question “ how many nights is a few?” , “around 5” i replied in almost no time without thinking.”That will be 200 please and i need
“Let’s talk to her, before we go to lunch. How does that sound?” Detective Johnson asked.
“I was speechless when he said, ‘Marlene, this is Frank, I’ll meet you at the motel. Love you.’”