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Chapter One FBI agent Amber Martinez stifled a yawn as she stared at her computer screen. It was 11:24 pm, and she was sitting in a ragged swivel chair in her small cubicle. She took a swig of now cold coffee from her “#1 FBI” mug. Leaning back in the chair, she sighed loudly. “If only…” she muttered. Suddenly, her computer's monitor dinged. She sat up expectantly and squinted at the screen. An email. From someone she didn’t know. She eyed it suspiciously before clicking the link to open it. “Oh my God…” she whispered to herself. Her eyes widened. She began to get up slowly, as if in a daze. She nearly stumbled over her chair while still studying the screen. “Oh my God!” she yelled, much louder than before. She turned around, running, knocking …show more content…
She was wearing a pink sweatsuit and smacking gum in her mouth obnoxiously loud. “Like, welcome to I Spy Pie!” she said in a stereotypically snobby girl voice. Stark subtly acknowledged her with a slight nod of the head. “Can I speak to the manager, please?” he asked. He eyed her over the rim of his sunglasses intimidatingly. “OMG, is this because you found my fake nail in that cupcake? I’m, like, super sorry about that. It’s just that I tried this new nail salon over the weekend. It’s called Hashtag Nails. Not very good. My nail job is so crappy now! I’m really-” “Shut up!” yelled Stark. The girl widened her eyes, taken aback. She hurried to the back to find the manager. “What was that?!” yelled Martinez, throwing her arms up in the air. Sticky Joe came to learn that Martinez and Stark had many arguments. Or as Martinez called them, “heated agreements”. The two were interrupted by the same nasally voice. “Like, here he is!” she said. She then hurried to the back of the store, watching Stark with wide eyes as she did so. The group turned around to be greeted by a very short man with a large potbelly and a dirty apron. He had a black comb over. Sticky Joe noticed beads of sweat collected on his …show more content…
Sticky Joe grabbed a magnifying glass, some tweezers, Ziplock bags, fingerprinting tape, a super cool memo pad and a pen. Sticky Joe was satisfied. Of course, he didn’t see why they couldn’t have gone to, like, any grocery store anywhere, but he didn’t mention this. The group was walking out of the dusty old room when something in the corner of Sticky Joe’s eye caught his attention. He walked over to the table that it was sitting on. “Hm… It done says it’s a fancy ol’ bag,” Sticky Joe muttered as he read the label. He picked it up. It was cheap tan cloth that was frayed at the edges of the flaps. He rubbed it between his fingers, encouraging a cloud of dust to billow out of the fabric. “Wha’s this?” Sticky Joe yelled to Johnny without tearing his gaze from the bag. “Hm?” Johnny replied as he turned around. “Oh, that old thing? You don’t want that piece of crap. It’s just a bag with a bunch of secret compartments. But it’s all beat up now. You can just drop it off in the garbage on our way out.” Sticky Joe gave Johnny a death stare. He loved this bag. It reminded him of himself. Frayed and old, and imperfect, but reliable. He picked it up and inhaled it lovingly. Then he
There was another knock, and another. The old woman with a sudden wrench broke free and ran from the room. Her husband followed to the landing, and called after her appealingly as she hurried downstairs. He heard the chain rattle back and the bottom bolt drawn slowly and stiffly from the socket. Then the old woman's voice, strained and panting.
Johnny how he would not like Johnny to go to jail because he does not
Al’s obsessive quest to “adjust the matter” made him restless. He was so anxious and disturbed about what had happened to him at Woolworth’s that, at one point, Al felt if he did not resolve the situation, he would become a criminal. Therefore, Al decided to consult Johnny Gale, the boxmaker at Foley’s packing house. Unfortunately, Johnny was too busy and unable to talk to Al. So, Al went home because he didn’t want to disturb Johnny and “invite another
All I know is I got up from the bed, like I was going down to the can or something, and then I tried to sock him, with all my might, right smack in the toothbrush, so it would split his goddam throat open”(Salinger 43). These outbursts of fury help to illustrate his underlying feelings of anger and maybe even guilt he still feels about Allie’s
I looked over at Candy. “It was only me sir” I said. “The boss looked as if he was gonna truly hurt me but his face slowly showed some sympathy. “Leave, before I decide to do anything to you!” yelled the boss “At least, let him take his bag sir?” asked Candy
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They begin to talk about it. “Doodle studied the mahogany box for a long time, then said, “It’s not mine.” “It is,” I said. “And before I’ll help you down from the loft, you’re going to have to touch it.” “I won’t touch it,” he said sullenly.
Joe lifted the bar rag and slid George's drink over. It caught on something and spilled down George's pants. Both men stared at the rock maple bar top. The drink had snagged on an impression in the bar. It was an eighth inch deep and matched the form of the locket.
of him. While noticing a man come take something out of her bag, he realizes others saw it as well and
As she sits in the darkness her eyes begin to scan the room from right to left. Unknowingly she sits down and begins to contemplate on what just happened. She says to herself quietly, “Did that just happen?”
“She has not come back from the grocery store for hours. He drove there to check on her. The car was gone.”
“Have you seen anyone buy a black woolen glove?” asked Alexis flashing his badge to a short man with grease stains all over his clothes and
“Kyung, please gather the bank staff and review the security footage. Argentum, what is that?” Rowan asked when he saw a red smear. “That my dear friend is called blood,” Argentum rolled his eyes. “Roy, are the vaults still unlocked?” “Yes detective.” As they rounded the corner into a vault, a body came into view, sloppily hid behind a shelf. “Look, it’s a body,” Argentum stated matter-of-factly. “Yes, and it has fingerprints,” Rowan replied as he fished out a magnifying glass from his pocket. “They are smeared, but there are three different ones,” Rowan
"The person said something bad occurred at Sally's, and I should hurry. I hope one of those—those malfunctions she’s always helping didn’t hurt her. You know how she is. Everyone’s tried to warn her, but she won't listen."
On her way out, she dropped the bloody knife into the sink along with the other dirty dishes. She zipped up her leather jacket before closing the apartment door on Roger and her old identity. Tomorrow was the beginning of a new hunt.