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Six Degrees 3 [blogcarnelli]

Kevin Bacon

Welcome to Blog Carnelli! This is a fun, no-pressure, no time limit prompt. The idea is to use the six degrees of separation concept (that everyone is only six or fewer people away from Kevin Bacon) to connect books, movies, and songs.

Today I’m starting with the last item from my Six Degrees 2 post. That was the novel My Trashy Romance by Terry Black. I’m using the word black to connect to the first entry in this post.

1. “Paint It Black” by the Rolling Stones. This 1966 song has darkly themed lyrics about depression and death. It’s one of their greatest hits, maybe because most people can relate to feeling hopeless from time to time.

2. The Art Forger by B.A. Shapiro. This is a suspense novel centered upon a Degas painting that the heroine has been commissioned to reproduce. She suspects that the piece is itself a forgery and becomes involved in a tangle of lies and thieves.

3. Faking It by Jennifer Crusie. This romance novel is a fun romp through the world of art fakes and forgeries. Tilda, the heroine, and many other characters are constantly pretending to be people they aren’t.

4. We’re the Millers, a film starring Jennifer Aniston. This comedy centers on a drug dealer who needs to go to Mexico and pick up a shipment or else be killed. To be inconspicuous, he recruits a stripper (Jen) and a couple random teenagers to pose as a family.

5. “Fly Like an Eagle” by Steve Miller Band. This 1976 song talks about revolution and the impoverished. Yet, despite these heavy themes, the narrator would prefer to simply fly away to the sea and be free of it all.

6. Wesley the Owl by Stacey O’Brien. This is a heartfelt story of a little broken bird and the biologist who cares for him his whole life. It’s a love story and it’s wonderful. I highly recommend it.

Okay then. That wraps up my third post on Blog Carnelli. I hope you enjoyed it and will join in with your own. Since I want to keep track of my connections in order not to repeat any, I created this handy little table in Word. In real Carnelli, if you repeat any item in a round, you are out of the game.


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Inheritance, Part 4

[Earlier episode here.]

Deep within the castle’s empty halls and silent rooms, its furnishings long ago sold for coin, was a solid oak door, locked from the inside. At the bottom of a rickety staircase was a second door, also locked, but without an obvious place for a key. Simon chanted the arcane words he had learned long ago from his grandmother, and the door slid open into the wall.

“Welcome to my shop!” Simon said to Mandy, the reporter who was blackmailing him. She had threatened to expose his past, linking him to a recent murder, unless he gave her a chunk of his inheritance.

Mandy’s eyes grew wide at the vista spread before her. This was a home within a home, complete with bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and what appeared to be a chem lab. “Wow! What’s going on in here?”

“I’m searching for the formula to remove the curse from the treasure,” Simon said. “Without it, the gems are useless except for perpetuating evil, as Belinda was doing.”

Mandy nodded. “The police were closing in on her for the killings of those children. I received a tip about it, but then she was found in the river.”

“I couldn’t convince Grandmama to give me the counterspell, so I stopped Belinda another way.” Simon’s mouth twisted at the memory of dumping her body. “It had to be done. She was too far down the devil’s path to change. I didn’t know the police were onto her.”

Mandy rolled her eyes. “That’s the problem with vigilantism. What’s that smell though?”

“Cookies!” he announced. “You mentioned you love peanut butter, so I baked some.”

Mandy reached for a thick, golden brown cookie from the plethora on the plate Simon presented. She bit into the sweet and salty treat with pleasure. After her second one, she said, “You didn’t put anything weird in these, did you?”

“Who, me?” Simon smiled.


Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 72.

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The Last Kiss [flash 113]

Beach kiss

He folded her dress over the chair, his hand lingering an extra second on the silken fabric. Mm, nice. But it was all for the best, this ending, and he’d already shoved it out of his mind. He had a busy day ahead. A big meeting and then the flight. No time to waste on what-ifs.

Even so, he walked back to the bed for one lingering glance. Grasping the quilt, he pulled it up to cover her breasts. She wasn’t cold yet. He leaned down and kissed her lips. He smelled a faint nuance of her perfume from last night, the final notes of lavender drifting away.

She tasted like memory.


Written for Go Dog Go Cafe.

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Bingo Update 6

See previous update here.

Look! I haz a bingo! 😀

My choice for a book in the middle of a series was Faye Kellerman’s Murder 101. I read a bunch of her books way back when, loving her main character LAPD Lieutenant Peter Decker, along with his Jewish wife Rina. Peter met Rina on a case and their relationship blossomed; he eventually discovered his own Jewish roots too. The cases themselves were super interesting as well. If you don’t know, Faye is married to bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman ~ I’ve also read some of his novels, but prefer hers.

Anyway. I grew bored with the series after a while and quit reading the new books. But then I found Murder 101 in the used book pile and it intrigued me. Peter has retired from the LAPD and moved with Rina to a sleepy town in upstate NY where “nothing ever happens.” Hehe. There’s a snotty young Harvard dude named Tyler that Peter is forced to work with. Fun! It is a fun read… for a while.

Then the book gets totally bogged down in this morass of art history relating to stolen Russian religious whatsits. Tyler literally googles shit and reads it word for word to Peter in blocks of text. Ughhh boring! And while Faye did her usual great job with the main characters of Peter, Rina, and Tyler too, the suspects were interchangeable and dull. I couldn’t care about any or remember who was who after a while. Honestly, now, a few days after finishing the book, I don’t recall who the actual murderer was! Omg.

Here’s another issue with Faye’s writing, and I vaguely recall it from the past: too few dialog tags. While it’s not necessary (and sometimes annoying) to put “Peter said” and “Tyler said” after every para, you can’t go a dozen with none. Several times, I found myself going back up and counting them to figure it out. Happy medium, folks.

All that said, I gave the book 3 stars. I liked it overall. Some good, some meh. I see there are more FK novels continuing with Peter working in the sleepy little town and interacting with Tyler, who has become a family friend, and I’d give the next one a shot.

But not for this bingo… it’s time for a sci-fi or dystopia methinks. I mean, besides the one we’re living in… 😱


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No Sharing!

Keep your distance

Melanie had some fun St. Patrick’s themed questions today, but I wasn’t in the mood for those. Then she posted these, which are much more to my taste.

What harsh truths do you prefer to ignore?

All of them! Let’s see… a big one is how many bugs and bug parts I’m probably eating all the time in salads, cereals, etc. Gross! Next, is how I’m damaging my health by sitting on my butt all day and never exercising. Another is how I keep reading the news and think I actually know what’s going on lolololol 🤣🤣🤣

Actually, a super harsh truth right now is how many greedy, selfish, inconsiderate people there are who will not stop harmful behavior without the force of law. I mean, we always know this, but I for one am not usually thinking about it. Then this virus comes along and people just don’t wanna cooperate for the greater good. They have to be forced, no way around that fact. 😢

Is free will real or just an illusion?

Illusion. We’re almost completely wired up to make every choice due to our genetics plus environment, and we exercise very little if any “will” over that, even though it feels like we do. I say “almost” because of the random elements in there, not will.

I guess, given this truth, we can be more forgiving of the sh!t heads in my first reply who won’t voluntarily cooperate. They can’t help their selfish ways. But that does not mean we let them do what they want. No. We hire more cops.

What is the meaning of true love?

True love, in my opinion, is that passionate attraction we feel toward another person combined with the steady certainty that we would care for their well-being to the same degree or greater than our own.

If both elements are not present, then it is not true love. Passion without care is just a sexual connection, even if it’s embellished with other goodies like intellectual sparks and shared hobbies. Caring without the passion is a great friendship, but most will jettison that for even a slight chance at a romantic partner.

Great questions! 😻


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Rather Efficiently! [fiction 188]

Romeo waited for his partner in crime as the moon rose over the bay. Finally, he saw Grimes sashaying down the boardwalk in a crimson coat.

“Hey dude!” Grimes said. “Ready to make some coin?”

“Shhhh,” Romeo hissed. “You goose. Don’t make so much noise.

“But I’m a singer,” Grimes said.

“Not tonight,” Romeo reminded him. “We’re here to rob the Congo Siren while the yacht owner is at the sermon.”

“Oh, I forgot,” Grimes said. “I should have worn my black coat. Can I resign?”

Romeo shook his head. “Nope. We’ll both be goners. Let’s just make our score and get out.”

The two men hurried onto the yacht, broke into the cabin room, and were confronted by Stan, the retired super lieutenant man who was doing the NYT crossword puzzle.

“You boys know a six-letter word for morons?” Stan asked.

No,” they said simultaneously.

“Guess I’ll just have to arrest you both then.” Stan called for a police van to come get Romeo and Grimes and also had the driver stop and pick up his pizza on the way.

That all worked out rather efficiently!


Written for Rory’s What’s Your Story Then?

Words made from ergonomics: coin, come, Congo, crime, crimson, goose, Grimes, goners, moon, morons, no, noise, on, resign, Romeo, room, rose, sermon, singer, Siren, so

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FPQ56: Drive Me Crazy

Fandango’s provocative question

Fandango provocatively asks…

What’s something you consider to be terrifying that you have come to accept as a fact of life?

It’s probably not going to surprise anyone who knows me when I say driving. This is not an irrational fear. Let’s begin with some data.

The U.S. leads the way (rah!) on traffic fatalities. We have 12.4 per 100,000 population, about 50% higher than other Western nations. (source) Check that link for some reasons why.

Daily, I see people running red lights. Not once in a while… daily. I never see a cop chase after them, not once. Red light cameras have mostly been taken away due to cost and also there was concern they were causing more accidents (like the way Trump “caused” the Iranians to shoot down their own plane).

People speed and change lanes unsafely because… well, it’s all about them. They assume everyone else is paying close attention to the road. And whatever they have to do is more important than being safe. If they’re late, well, now that becomes our problem. God forbid people learn to leave enough time for appointments.

They tailgate because they are late and they are frustrated. Driving unsafely makes them feel better, I guess. Or they’re just not paying attention because they’re texting, chatting, eating, daydreaming, whatever. Or their judgment is impaired from drugs or stupidity or lack of sleep. Then there are the drivers who are armed, ready to shoot you over who knows what…

So, I “share” the roads with these maniacs and idiots and rage-filled criminals and hope every day not to die or get mangled in a car wreck. In 2018, about 40,000 people died in vehicle crashes ~ forty thousand (source) ~ not to mention all the injuries.

It’s weird how we’re supposed to be scared of molesters hiding behind trees in the park and bad dudes sneaking across the border to steal our lunches, but me… I’m terrified of driving, and yet I accept it as a fact of life here in Southern California. If you live in an area with great public transportation and don’t have to drive, consider yourself lucky!🍀


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One for the Road! [fiction 261]

Liquor cabinet

“Are you sure this will work?” Bran said to Littlefinger.

The older man nodded. “I saw it in a movie. I think it was one a them Tom Cruise flicks.”

“Oh, he’s great!” Bran said, unlocking the door with the key he’d stolen earlier during his illness ruse.

“Keep your voice down,” Littlefinger warned. “Else we’ll have the guards over here.”

The two convicts snuck into the warden’s private office, where Littlefinger had figured out there was a back door out to the parking lot and freedom. He hadn’t known about the liquor cabinet though. “Let’s have a quick drink, Bran. A cure for what ails us, eh?”

Bran frowned. “But I wasn’t really sick. It was just a trick, remember? Don’t you think we should stick to our plan and escape quick down to the cove?”

“Mmm rice wine!” Littlefinger exclaimed. “Love this stuff. Try it, Bran. It’s midnight and we have lots of time.”

“Okay.” Bran tasted the wine. “It is good. A bit sour though. I’d rather have a slug of whiskey.”

“I can’t stand whiskey without ice,” the other man said. “Look, he has Courvoisier. Our warden sure has fancy tastes. I wonder how much he gets paid?”

“Can we try it?” Bran asked eagerly after he sampled the warden’s apricot brandy. “We might get sore heads though.”

“Just a small sip,” Littlefinger said. “One for the road!”

But one led to another and the warden found them both passed out on the floor of his office when he got to work the next day at 7am.


Written for Rory’s Word Story

Words used from Courvoisier: cove, cruise, cure, ice, is, our, over, rice, ruse, sore, sour, sure, us, voice

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Stepping It Up (1400)

[This is a multi-part story. Lexi Brown is trying to escape her past and create a new life for herself in Otter Village, 500 miles from where a traumatic event occurred 6 months ago. In our last episode, we read that Kevin and Lexi found Dan semi-conscious off the freeway where two criminals had tricked him, beaten him, and stolen his car.]

Here are the posts in order so far:

Sisterly Chat
The Angry Brother
Trust Issues
Something You Don’t Know
Who Needs Drama?
Dan Drives North
Lexi Needs A Ride
Kevin’s Tangled Saga
Weird Angle]

“So what happened after you told the cop you were the good guy?” Vicky asked Kevin as they munched on calamari and rolls while sipping Otter Village Inn’s finest sparkling wine.

Wine being poured

“He was immediately arrested and thrown in the pokey!” Nick’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief. “Right, Kevin?”

“I admit to a moment or two of fear that my story sounded crazy even to my own ears. Driving two hundred miles to look for a guy who disappeared while he was stalking my girlfriend?” Kevin raised his eyebrows. “But Lexi backed me up, and who wouldn’t believe that sweet and innocent face?”

Vicky waggled her fingers. “Ahem. No one knows a sister like a sister.”

Lexi smiled sweetly. “That works both ways, Victoria Marie.”

“Nailed!” Nick raised his glass. “Nice job, Alexandra… er Lexi. Here’s to happy endings. I made a call this afternoon and found out that Angela flipped on her boyfriend, a real creep with a sheet of priors, so it’s not a problem that Dan wasn’t able to ID him.”

Lifting her glass to clink with the others, Lexi felt peaceful and content. What a satisfying outcome! And Kevin’s calling her “my girlfriend” set off butterflies in her tummy. The newness of their romance was still so delicious. They smiled at each other across the table.

Beautiful redhead

Lexi munched on a piece of calamari as she thought about the past week’s craziness. Dan was out of the hospital and resting at a room at Carolyn’s. Lexi and Dan had finally talked about Jim in depth so that Dan had received the closure about his brother he so desperately needed. Dan planned to return to the city soon and possibly look for a new job. He’d been chatting with Kevin about how he’d been feeling restless and bored for some time; the two men had really hit it off. But despite the newfound camaraderie with Lexi and Kevin, Dan had no interest in relocating to a sleepy village–he was a city guy.

“Eventually the news about that whole mess with Jim and all won’t be interesting to anyone, Lexi,” Vicky said. “You might think about coming home. We miss you.”

Lexi considered her response as the waiter served their dinners. She thanked him as he placed her swordfish with mango chutney and zucchini medallions in front of her. She felt Kevin’s expectant gaze, and when she looked at him, she knew he was also waiting for her reply to her sister.

“Vicky,” she said. “You guys are wonderful, but this is my home. I love it here. I have a job… and I met Kevin. I know I chose Otter Village on a whim, basically because it was as far away as I could get on the free miles I had at the moment. But now…”

“But now you have the settlement!” Vicky interrupted. “You can do anything you want.”

“Settlement?” Kevin said, a forkful of fish halfway to his mouth.

Lexi rolled her eyes at Vicky, who merely shrugged. Feeling obligated to be truthful after all Kevin had been through for her, Lexi said, “Jim had life insurance from his old job, and it was still in effect because he had never bothered to cancel the auto-payments. I was still the beneficiary despite our nearly finalized divorce. It took a long time for them to process my claim, but they did after months of waiting. I was almost out of money when a huge check came sailing in.”

Rolls of cash

Kevin nodded. “I see. That makes sense. You did seem to be living on a shoestring at first, and then not so much.”

“We would have helped you, Lexi,” Nick said. “We’re family.”

Lexi squeezed his hand. “I know. Thank you so much. But I did get the job in the souvenir shop… and that helped some. Now, everything is fine.”

“More than fine!” Vicky exclaimed. “Half a mil, baby. Go see the world! You always wanted to visit London. Don’t put it off. You deserve to live life on your own terms after struggling in that marriage and dealing with the fallout of his descent into madness and… well, you know.”

Lexi nodded. “I hear you. But…”

Vicky stared at her. “What’s stopping you from pursuing your dreams, sweetie? You’ve cocooned enough since that awful day. Now, live!”

Nick said, “Geez, honey. Give her a chance to breathe. She hasn’t been able to center herself in one place for five minutes before the next wave comes along and knocks her off her feet.”

Glancing at Kevin, Lexi said, “Some of the waves are good ones.”

Kevin picked up her hand and kissed it.

“Awwww,” Vicky cooed. “So romantic!”

“Well, he knows she’s loaded now, thanks to your big mouth,” Nick said. “Ow, ow, my foot! Kidding!”

Lexi laughed, smiling into Kevin’s eyes. “He was romantic before.”

“Yeah, but I really plan to step it up,” he joked.

Lexi thought she wouldn’t mind that at all as she returned her attention to her plate.

Starry night sky

After dinner, Vicky and Nick said they were too tired for a walk after driving all day and went up to their room, so Lexi and Kevin strolled down to the bay by themselves.

“Lexi, I’m sorry your sister blurted that out about the life insurance,” Kevin said. “I want you to know it makes no difference to me. You know that, right?”

She smiled and snuggled close as the wind blew off the water. “Of course. I’m pretty sure you found me irresistible since the day I fell off my bike.”

“Klutziness is such a turn-on.” He kissed her cheek. “Are you warm enough?”

“For now. It’s really cold though! But such a beautiful night.” She gazed at the velvety black sky sprinkled with stars, a dusting of clouds visible around the moon.

“It is. And so are you.” Kevin stopped and cupped her face in his hands, softly kissing her lips. “I tried to resist you though.”

She gazed into his eyes. “Why?”

“Because.” He kissed her again. “Every time we’re together I fall for you even more. That’s a bit scary.”

“Me too,” she said, smiling as her teeth began to chatter. “Ssscarry.”

“Here’s something even more terrifying,” he said. “I may have told my meddlesome sisters I met someone and they ah seem to be on a campaign to get me to bring her to Chicago for Christmas.”

Lexi stared at him. “What? When was this? We’ve hardly… it was only the day after we brought Dan home from the hospital when we sort of started…”

“Sort of started?” Kevin teased.

She was glad the darkness hid her blush. “I mean it’s such a short time is all. You said your sisters have been on a campaign, so surely that’s an exaggeration!”

He laughed. “You don’t know my sisters! I made one comment in our group chat to stop their matchmaking, and now they’re relentlessly hounding me to bring you. They’re like three cats who’ve seen a spider and won’t rest until they’ve caught it. Come on, let’s go back. You’re too cold.” He flung an arm around her as they turned around.

3 cats see something

“I want to know exactly what you said.” Lexi gratefully snuggled into his warmth as they strode away from the water.

“Juliette was saying one of her old college friends has moved close by, hint hint, and they all were going on about how great she was, and wouldn’t it be neat if we met during my visit. Then I said I’m dating someone awesome right here in Otter Village.”

“Someone awesome, hehe,” Lexi giggled.

“I meant it. And more.” When they reached the warmth of the hotel lobby, he asked her if she wanted hot chocolate or a pot of hot tea.

“Tea sounds lovely,” she said. “And by the way, I don’t think that meeting your family sounds terrible at all. I want to get to know them.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I should have known you’d be sweet about it.”

They put in an order for a pot of tea and wandered over to sit on the sofa by the fireplace. Lexi cuddled close to Kevin because she was still cold and also… the PDA was growing on her. Soon everyone in town would know they were a couple and she was fine with that. Because she kept falling more for him too.

Christmas engagement

[the end!]


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Weird Angle [901]

[This is a multi-part story. Lexi Brown is trying to escape her past and create a new life for herself in Otter Village, 500 miles from where a traumatic event occurred 6 months ago. In our last episode, we read that Kevin and Lexi were driving south in hopes of locating Dan, who had disappeared while driving toward Otter Village. Along the way, Kevin tells Lexi why he left Chicago.

Here are the posts in order so far:

Sisterly Chat
The Angry Brother
Trust Issues
Something You Don’t Know
Who Needs Drama?
Dan Drives North
Lexi Needs A Ride

Kevin’s Tangled Saga]

Brown bunny rabbit

It was a strange dream, with voices from faraway. He knew better than to answer them, for he was a small thing, curled up next to a tree, and did not want to end up on a dinner plate. His nose twitched like a rabbit’s. A wascally wabbit! Outsmarting Elmer Fudd once again. He smiled and went back to sleep.

But he was cold, so cold. The tree was cold. He huddled closer to it and realized it was made of metal. A metal tree? He opened his eyes, which made his head hurt. Then he realized he wasn’t next to a tree at all but a pole. He grabbed it with his paws that were not paws but human hands. Sticky hands.

“Dan! Dan!” someone kept shouting. The voice of a woman. A memory floated up. A woman in restaurant eating fries from his plate. Smiling, laughing, pretty. Then she was in his car. Oh! He had a car. That was good. He should find where he parked.

Pretty blue-eyed blonde

He tried to pull himself up and pain shot up his spine, and spiked through his shoulder, leaving him out of breath. His hands were throbbing. Had he been in a fistfight? What the hell? He lay back down on the lumpy cold ground, dizzy and panting. Everything hurt, he realized now. He tried to roll onto his left side as he did in the morning when getting out of bed and screamed.

“Dan!” the voice was a man’s now, closer.

They’d come back for him, to finish it. He understood now. Angela and that beast, the supposed rotten boyfriend who’d stranded her, but in fact had been tailing them until Angela pretended to be sick and made him pull off the freeway. Then the boyfriend had beaten him up, and they’d stolen his car, but now they’d decided to kill him so he couldn’t identify them.

He would die here in the dirt at the hands of criminals, and his brother was dead too, and that would be the end of the Mitchells.

Dark deserted road

“Dan? Is that you?” Lexi bent down over the dark shape next to the utility pole, shining her flashlight on the person’s face. “Oh, my God, Kevin. It’s him, but he’s all bruised… his face… and his leg is at a weird angle.” She put her fingers on his throat and felt a weak pulse.

“We can’t move him,” Kevin said. He called 911 and asked for an ambulance ASAP, telling them there might be spinal injuries. He gave their exact location from the GPS.

“Nick was pretty accurate,” Lexi said. “But what happened here? Where’s his car?”

Dan moaned and she held his hand. It was like a chunk of ice. “Shh. It’s all right. We’ve called for an ambulance. Just lie still for another couple minutes.”

“Looks like… well, I don’t know. Maybe he stopped to take a pee and someone bashed him up, stole his car?” Kevin paced around them, but stayed close, Lexi noted, and was very grateful for it. Even though they were close to the road, it was almost pitch black, and who knew what lurked in the trees behind them? More car-stealing bashers?

“Angela,” Dan whispered.

“What?” Lexi said. He repeated it and she heard him. “He’s saying ‘Angela.'”

Kevin shrugged. “Does that mean anything to you?”

“No, but I don’t know much about his life. Dan,” she said close to his ear. “It’s Lexi, Alexandra. Not Angela. I’m here with my friend Kevin and we’ve called for help. Just hang tight.”

“Maybe this Angela stole his car,” Kevin suggested as sirens faintly wailed in the distance. “Maybe it wasn’t random.”

“I think he’s just confused about my name because he’s hurt,” Lexi said. “I see lights. That was fast.”

“Hi!” Dan said, waving to the emergency personnel. “Over here. We don’t know what happened to him.”

Two male paramedics ran to them. “Please step back,” one said to Lexi.

She scrambled out of the way as they began to work on Dan, taking his blood pressure, and loading him onto a stretcher.

Next, two police officers approached them. Lexi had been so engrossed in watching the paramedics she hadn’t noticed a second vehicle pull up.

“How did you happen to find this man?” A female officer asked.

“Well, I…”

Silhouette cop surrounded by blue light

Then she realized the cop wasn’t talking to her, but to Kevin. And a second police car had pulled up. Two more officers strode toward them. It occurred to Lexi that it might appear to someone who didn’t know what was going on that she and Kevin had somehow hurt Dan, which was of course ridiculous!

“We were actually looking for him,” Kevin said. “He was coming up to visit Lexi and stopped communicating, so we began to worry about him.”

Lexi thought that this was too brief of an explanation and wanted to begin at the beginning so the cops would have a full picture of the Dan situation and why she and Kevin had received GPS info from Nick–and it would probably be a neat idea to mention that a fellow cop had helped them–

“Okay, sir,” the officer replied to Kevin. “May I see some identification please?”

As the paramedics lifted Dan into the ambulance, Lexi had one second to decide whether to jump in after them or to stay here and help Kevin explain everything…

[to be continued]


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