The Knots: A Narrative Fiction

“John, what happened?” Officer Marks ask. I just keep crying and I hold Veronica’s head against my chest. An hour later they take Veronica into the ambulance. I just sit on the floor crying. “John, I need to take you in for questioning.” Officer Marks says. I get up and walk with him to the cop car. I get in the back and he

On the morning of August 29, 2013, John Geer found out that Maura Harrington, his girlfriend and mother of his two teenage daughters, intended to break up with him and lease an apartment of her own (Jackman, 2014). Dismayed by the news, Geer started drinking alcohol, and by the early afternoon hour, he was throwing Harrington’s furniture and clothes out in the front yard of their Springfield townhouse (Jackman 2016;2014). Geer’s two teenage daughters were present and promptly notified their mother of what their father was doing through the telephone and Harrington rushed home from work (Peterson, 2015). Upon her arrival, Harrington called 911 (Jackman, 2014.) When Geer found out Harrington called 911, he told his daughters to head over to their

So naturally Michaelis tried to find out what had happened, but Wilson wouldn’t say a word — instead he began to throw suspicious look at his visitor and ask himself what he’d been doing at certain times on certain days of the week. Just as the latter was getting restless, some workers came past heading to the door for his restaurant, and Michaelis approach the chance to get away, intending to return later. But he never did. He supposed he forgot to, that’s all. When he gets outside again, a little later after seven o’clock, he was remembered of the conversation because he heard Mrs. Wilson’s voice, loud and clear coming down-stairs in the garage.

There was a raw passion that lit up Dennis’ eyes when he spoke about his partner, and that was something she rarely saw between two men unless their relationship was more than just platonic. Not that it was any of her business, but it helped to know the fundamentals, after all, it could well be a domestic violence situation. But her sixth sense told her this was not the case with Dennis and Tom. Whatever their relationship, it was clear Dennis had deep feelings for his fellow officer, and she doubted he would do anything to hurt him

“Breaking News! During the afternoon of April 23rd, Dr. Phil Johnson was found dead in his office. The murderer is unknown, but luckily for us former detective Stan Walter, a good friend of Phil’s has taken the case into his hands. If you have any thoughts to who the murderer is please report it to the police. Back to you Alex!” The tv turns black and I look over to see who the culprit was and it was my wife Rosalind. “Honey, I know it’s devastating about your loss, but your food is getting cold. Now come eat.” “Ok” I respond, annoyed. At dinner my wife and I talk about the decision of taking the job as the detective for Dr. Phil Johnson’s death since he is my friend. Eventually, she gave in and let me go to my office.

from the hospital?” ask Mr. Newmar. “The Doctor said she’ll be there for another two weeks, she’s also paralyzed from the waist down.” said Marie. “I’m sorry to hear that, I can’t imagine what you’re going through.” said Mr. Newmar. “Yeah, it’s been hard trying to get through all this, but I thank God for my family because if it wasn’t for them, I don’t think I could’ve made it.” “You’ll be alright, Well, I have some good news, maybe this will help ease your mind a little.” said Mr. Newmar. “I hope so.” said Marie. “Well, Ms. Samuel's, first I have to tell you that I had a meeting with the prosecutors and the judge.” “I hope this is good news.” “Ms. Samuel's, most of the girls that were involved were captured and now their in jail, but the Detectives are still looking for the leader, which is called T-Bone birth name is Tina Blackwell, Do you know her?” “No, I don’t.” “Okay, Tina Blackwell is the leader of this gang, there’s also another girl who were in the gang against her will.

When the supposable love of your life turns it around in the space of 2 minutes… Most will be thinking how is this possible, but for Helen Meads, this event changed her life for the worse. David White describes the events of that day, and what led to it, and tells of the ordeals that a family is subjected to when one of their own is murdered. It is a poignant and compelling story. There are issues of custody, access and bail, and looming court appearances. And often, as in this case, there is the killer’s family to deal with. Finally, there is also the bureaucracy and the media that have to be faced and accepted as inevitable intrusions on the private lives of the victim’s families – families who would prefer to be left alone to grieve. Now

Nodding his head toward Michelle, Judge Hunter said, “Please read the letter.” Opening the envelope, looking at the letter, Michelle faced the jury and began to read. “To Whom It May Concern: Writing this letter breaks my heart. Although, I felt it was necessary to do so, in the event of an unexplainable accident. Recently, I learned my daughter, was having an extramarital affair, and approached her, before talking to her husband. At first, she denied it, then threatened me if I told anyone about it because she needed both men to complete her life ─ Jerry for financial and Frank for physical and emotional needs. Boasting, she said it had been going on for years, and no one knew about it. Heartbroken, I pleaded with her to terminate it. She refused and swore, if I caused trouble, she would put me in my grave.

With his lips pressed together in a slight grimace, Trevor stared out into the barren wilderness of Lucy’s last known location. It wouldn’t be long before they would arrive at the Abbey Ruins’ parking lot.

“ Why you didn't tell the cops about this ?” “ I was afraid to , plus I don't have enough hard evidence to prove that to them , all I can do now is pray.” “ Don't worry dad , everything will be OK.” I got up kissing him on the forehead walking out . I solved mom's murder and now I'm gonna do my best to solve this incident no matter what Trever told me . I got to the elevator where Karen was walking out. “ Hey Mark.” I grabbed Karen walking back to the elevator , exiting the hospital entering my car .” Mark what's going on?” ''We have some work to do

“Go away and leave us alone!” the disheveled maiden yells, stepping backward ‘till she couldn’t move any further. “My son and I have already been questioned by your men.”

I watch her face go a bright shade of cherry red. "Well, you can take your idea of a deal and slam it up the crack in the road," she yells as she slams down the phone. "Damn defense attorney's think I'm dumb as an ox just because I have a pair of boobs. I really look forward to getting that child molester in a courtroom, showing him exactly what this idiot with boobs can do." I watch as she shakes out her hair a little, stretching. "You know, being on the phone that long listening to that twit talking, I feel like I've lost a few brain cells," she chuckles as she walks around the desk and gives me a little kiss. "So did you get lost? I didn't think you'd be gone this long because we have the next case to work on. It's some guy named Tyrone Mitchell, arrested for spousal abuse, assault, and assault with a deadly weapon on a police officer." She hands me a pile of files. "This guy really gets around. Oh, before I forget, Mr. Tully is out of the office on medical leave for about a month so we will have to wait until he gets back to talk to

“Come in,” a deep voice from the other side of the wall yelled. Margaret walked in and the man sitting in the chair gave her a puzzled look. “I’m sorry to bother you sir, but I’ve just been informed that my husband was killed in an explosion at his job. I was wondering if it would be okay if my children and I took the rest of the day off to grieve.” Edward Phillips took a deep sigh and spoke, “What makes you so special, that you think you can just walk in here and ask for the rest of the day off? Just the other day you came in here asking if you could take time off to give your children some food and now this. Keep this up woman and I’ll lock those doors in your working areas just like my friends who own the The Triangle Waist Company do, or should I say did.” Edward Phillips gave the widow a sinister smile and quickly pushed them back to their working

Ms.Morris wouldn’t talk to police again, she said her first interviews and accusations were humiliating enough. I wanted to help her, I really tried, especially for the baby, but there was nothing for me to investigate without getting a new statement from her. You can see the original report on there, it was practically blank, the deputy that filled it out was gone by the time I was hired.” Keith shook his head, “When I called him, he told me she was just a drunk and embarrassed kid.”

Paul’s suspicions about John Cofeys innocence is proven when he discovers that it was actually “Wild Bill” who raped and murdered the two girls and that John was trying to revive them when he was discovered holding the two in his arms. John tells