I woke up early in the morning on Monday hearing my phone beeping. “Hello?” I said softly. “Hello Jeff. It’s Paul. I’ve found another lead about Leslie Morris, potential blackmailer. “Ok tell me about it Paul.” I asked while yawning. “We have got another telephone call on the anonymous tip-off line about the fixed races.” Paul answered. “Ok I will investigate it. Thanks for telling me Paul. I said more awake and interested. I ended the call shortly after I had stop speaking. I got out of my bed and went to my laptop. I looked at the BHA files and listened to the phone call. I listened and it was about another person getting blackmailed. I got up and called the phone number they used. I doubted he would answer …show more content…
I had decided to look for Leslie Morris today at Sandown Park. I have my suspicions on him as he might have been the one blackmailing Bill McKenzie and now possibly Willy.. I looked around very cautiously as he had known who I was. I had questioned him earlier in the month. I had wore one of my many disguises so he hopefully wouldn’t recognize me. I walked around looking for a blue fedora he had wore earlier in the week. I had seen Morris from a few feet away and made sure to keep my distance. I followed him and saw him making some bets with some bookmarkers. I heard him bet on many different jockeys but Willy was not one of them. I presume he won’t bet on him because he knows he won’t win. The race is starting and Morris took a seat and I took one as well a few seats above him. As expected Willy went slower at certain bends and tried to lose. The race was over and Willy had made 7th place. Morris got up and went to most of the bookmarkers he bet with and received his money for winning. He then left Sandown Park and went down an alleyway. Morris looked around to make sure he wasn’t followed. I hid behind a car parked on the side of the road. I made sure to keep my distance as there really weren’t any people to blend in with. I follow him but he picks up the pace and gets out of my view. I’m not very worried as it’s an alleyway and there is not much places to go. I go along the alley and I find a dead end. Where did …show more content…
I read the pressure in the tank and it reads 0 psi. It should be at least above 800 psi so I guess they will make it look like I drowned in a diving accident. I could easily bash their head with the tank but I will need an opening. “Willy are you aware that Morris has been taking most of the money when you are losing the races.” I said. Willy turns around and looks at Morris angrily. An opening! I throw the oxygen tank with all my force at Willy’s hand with the gun and he screams in pain while dropping the gone. I dash to the gun and pick it up. I didn’t want to use the gun against any of them. I have never shot a gun in my many years in the army and I didn’t want to start now. I try to use it just to threat them to make them stop fighting. I point the gun at Morris and he doesn’t move a muscle. Morris suddenly falls down and Willy rushes to his side. “He’s not breathing” Willy cried. “Call the hospital
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
I am the wife of an innocent dead man. I raised three without a father. People see us as less. We are the Robinson, and me I’m Helen Robinson. Living in the deep south in the 1930’s wineries. The Depression affected most everyone in Maycomb except for us. All of the blacks in the county live in one area outside of the landfill. I lived on the edge of farm which grows acres of cotton every year. We were a poor family that sharecropped. There weren't many people in Maycomb who treated us kindly except for Mr. Link Deas and the Finches. One year the white trash family accused my Tom for a serious crime that he never did. For months we never saw him due to the polices never let blacks and women in. The Finches and neighbours came and helped during
Far back, in the midst of a time when the world was very young, there lived a princess named Lucille and a bunny named Fluffy. Lucille was a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair, and eyes as blue as the sweet summer sky. Fluffy was as white as snowflakes and as soft as clouds. He offered plenty of razzmatazz but little manners. They lived together in a tall castle, covered in green vines and grey cobblestone, hidden in the dense forest filled with animals and nature.
Judy pov Judy had been sleeping yesterday after what happened it wasn’t that late and she still had classes to go to but, she didn’t, not with her face mark like that. Needless to say it was an awkward day as her and Nick were basically trapped together in the room. It had been two days
It has been too long since I last wrote to you, so I thought I would inform you on momentous events that happened in my life in the last little while. The previous time I heard from you was when Gabriel turned three. I can’t believe he is about to become a teenager now. My goodness, time flies by so fast. I was so ecstatic when I saw your prior letter arrive in my mail.
Willy pleads for Ben’s advice, and is constantly trying to get his attention, even though Ben has to ‘leave’. Ben is Willy’s older brother who has died. He, unlike Willy, has experienced a lot of success in the selling world. Willy is driven by Ben, and therefore tries to extract the keys to his success. Willy feels neglected when Ben does not speak with him, even though he is merely a hallucination.
Her ears are ringing, nose is bleeding, she can’t see a thing. I’m Maggie Rhee, she tried to howl. But no words could make it out of her scarlet red mouth. She’s trapped, stranded at the bottom of an average isolated cliff; he just pushed her off, as a matter of fact. She had found out his big, horrendous secret. Where am I, Maggie thought, trying to piece everything together. She had then let the darkness succumb her, and now she lay dead. What happened might you ask? That’s the secret I’ll tell right now. Well, it was a dark and stormy night; however, the full moon gave the dark skies a ray of light. Maggie Rhee had just been invited to the one and only Prince Alvah’s dark citadel. To much confusion, her mother, father, sisters and brothers had not been invited. But it was an invitation she could not refuse. When she made it
Celie believes she has no power or say against her father and the choices he makes for her. Alfonso begins to talk about choosing a husband for Celie because he has grown tired of her and is ready to get rid of her. Alfonso also gets bored with his wife, and starts to gravitate toward his younger daughter Nettie again. Celie offers herself to Alfonso in an attempt to save her sister. Alfonso accepts her offers and has sex with her instead of Nettie, while his new wife is sick. Alfonso uses Celie for sex tries and in an attempt to turn the other girls against her he badmouths her and says that she’s a bad influence. He says Celie "ain 't fresh" (isn 't a virgin) and that she is “spoiled” Alfonso sees women as objects and once they have been
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump… “Maggie.” Channing Tatum was running towards me through a field of daisies. “Maggie,” he said through smiles. “Maggie. Maggie!” he yelled across the meadow. “MAGGIE!” I felt a slight stinging sensation on the top of my foot. Why is Channing Tatum yelling at me? “MAGGIE WAKE UP!!” I shot out of my wonderful dream, and returned to dull reality. As I sat up from my sleeping position in the old dingy red minivan, I bumped my forehead on the little notch used to hang garments from. “OW!!” I shrieked. My headphones fell off my head, and I saw my little brother in the middle seats motioning to my mom.
It’s quite unfortunate that I get into the situations that I do. We went and visited the man on Howard Avenue today to collect the $10 dollars, and Lorraine doesn’t even want to cash the check! He will surely know that the L & J fund isn’t real if we just dispose of it. He invited us to the zoo tomorrow, and I suppose we will have to have to go, as some form of forgiveness for stealing money from old people. We didn’t really steal it though. He gave it to us. Then again, I suppose fraud is considered a sin anyway, so that leads me back to the zoo thing. Lorraine hates zoos, but they don’t even mean enough to me to even bother hating them. It’s just something that’s always been there, and I’ve never really given them much thought before. Kind
In Willy’s prime as a salesman he had enough to be paying his bills and then some left over, even said to have made 234 dollars in one week which was a record. He was at that time proud to be with that business even at one point being considered for a corporate job. But in later years he is hardly bringing in money. In an article by Alice Griffin she says “When he (willy) othered had offered him a job in which he becconfesses to Linda that he actually has earned a much lower commission than he boasted of, he blames it on his shortcomings. He does this because of how guilty he is on not being able to sell like he used to.
“Hmmm.” Jerome mumbled. “I can’t write well.” As I glanced down at his work, I said, “For Pete’s sake!” “What on earth is that?”
Going to the shore on the first morning of the holiday, the young English boy stopped at a turning of the path and looked down at a wild and rocky bay, and then over to the crowded beach he knew so well from other years. His mother walked on in front of him, carrying a bright-striped bag in one hand. Her other arm, swinging loose, was very white in the sun. The boy watched that white, naked arm, and turned his eyes, which had a frown behind them, toward the bay and back again to his mother. When she felt he was not with her, she swung around.
The static noise of my walkie-talkie alarms the janitor a few feet ahead. He cocked his head and faced towards my way. I huddled behind the desk. The walkie-talkie released another sound. Now panicking, I try to shut it off. Oh no! The button is jammed! The janitor lingered into the nurse’s office. I slid the walkie-talkie across the room. Will he take the bait? The janitor followed after it, that’s a good zombie. I withdrew my pistol and crouch towards him. Wait, gunshots draw too much attention. I pull out my mighty katana, this will do. I closed my eyes and raised my weapon. With a quick slash, the janitor immediately dropped to the floor. Another battle won. I removed the set of keys from his trousers and grabbed my flashlight. Perfect,