Michael Reager: A Narrative Fiction

"So here's a dumb question; why are you in my house?" Lana heard the click of a cocked gun behind her, and decided which way to play this.

Ray took hold of Casey’s arm and led her to a bench under a shady tree. She plopped down on the seat, breathing deeply to lessen her dizziness. She was beginning to feel better, and she turned to Ray. “Did you see that

Agent Callaway sighs and stands up, his posture slumped like he’s exhausted. "Make sure all of your windows are locked at night, and if he drops by again, let me know. I'll make sure I have agents assigned to watch over you and your mother, Skylar."

“I wasn’t going to leave without you. And what would my brother think? He’s a police detective, and your friend, yet you wanted me to leave without saying anything? What are you up

I was standing outside the front of the school on the lawn. Rahkeen came out of school panting and gasping for air. I was wondering why he was running. He saw me, then he came up to me, and rested his arm on my shoulder. “Rakeen, why do you look like you're running from the mafia?” I said. “These girls were bout to jump me bro” Rahkeen said. “ Stop being a puusy. How were those girls gonna jump you? You don’t know how to defend yourself”. “It's literally eight girls trying to beat me up”. “Rahkeen stop being a bitch. Those girls aren’t gonna hurt you”.

She then remembered the small dagger in Grandma’s kitchen and knew what she had to do. She called 9-1-1 and reported the situation. Then, she tiptoed to the back door that lead into the kitchen and quietly opened the door. Raina felt that her heart pounding was louder than the cries that came from Grandma. She heard sirens in the distance and knew it was time to act. She quickly grabbed the dagger and rushed into the living room screaming, “Leave her alone!” Raina saw the robber and knew her prediction was correct. It was the monstrous wolf that persuaded her to go

Albert opened up his driver’s window, peered down at Lovienthal and said, “We got to get that gate open! I’ll never be able to pick up enough speed here in the yard for us to crash through it and get past all of them. There’s too many, they’ll get stuck in the wheels. We’ll have to let some of them into the yard and disperse them out a bit.”

“Damn it.” Maynard stood up, took two steps toward Gregg and Nikki, and pulled out his gun. ”I’m sick and tired of that little brat’s whining even while your stepmother was asleep. You said you could keep her mouth shut. Don’t make me be the one to do it.”

“Yeah well, can you imagine the amount of paperwork I would have to do if my partner got killed?” He shook his head and laughed. “Nah rookie, I thought I’d come and help you out. Now get over here and finish this. I’ll go watch the door. I think I took care of all the guards downstairs but still, hurry up.” He handed the glock to his partner.

“Go find her. Make sure she’s okay. Just listen,” I said, trying to get past his grim look of refusal. “I’m five minutes from home. Four if you count the estate boundaries. And I’ll pedal so fast, I bet I can make it in three.”

Then Andrei spoke, breaking the silence, “You're probably wondering why we took you here. Well we're going to feed you to the wolves and make your murder look like an accident. We are going to kill you just like we killed you brother.“

“So we’re taking him to Paolo? You sure about this? Does he know we’re bringing a new guy?” He held onto the inside of the door, the metal cold against his skin, as they took a tight turn towards their destination, the local prison.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up. I could see the beginnings of a tell-tale bulge under the towel and started to feel a deep thrill.

“Nadya,” he said calmly, “They have her. The drug cartel have our daughter and they want their money from the evidence locker. I’m here at the station now.” Nadya had been crying since you could hear the stuffiness in her nose and the gasps of air as she tried to speak. “Why would they take our daughter? Why us? What can I do? I am already on my way to the police station,” she stated. Dean replied, “I was involved with a major drug bust last week and we found 2 million dollars stashed in a house. This case is linked to the Mexican Drug Cartel; they want their money back and they want it by midnight.” Nadya did not respond; as a result, she started crying once again. “I never wanted to move to El Paso. We are too close to the Mexican border. This would have never happened if stayed in Dallas.” Dean calmed her down and assured her that things will be ok. Dean hung up the phone and went inside the station. His partner, Clay, was just finishing up paperwork when he spotted Dean. “Hey, what are you doing here?” he said. Dean must have looked as white as a ghost. He said, “Clay, I have to talk to you, can we go in the conference room?” As the men entered the conference room, Dean spotted Chief Anderson down the hall on the phone. He took a huge gulp and walked in the room with Clay. Dean explained the whole thing to Clay. “Oh man,” Clay said putting his hands on his face. “I’m thinking of going to the Chief and

"Here we are! The perfect place don't you think? Just the right amount of risk and privacy." Mathew turned around and looked Keith dead in the eye. "Now come here and lets fuck."