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Subject: Chapter 27 of The Truth of YesterdayJosh Aterovis is the author of Bleeding Hearts (ISBN: 1930928688) and the
upcoming Reap the Whirlwind (Coming in May of 2003), published by
Renaissance Alliance Publishing Inc. (http://www.rapbooks.biz) The Truth of
Yesterday is the fourth book in the Killian Kendall series.Visit \"Black Sheep Productions\" for more information.
Official Site of the Killian Kendall Mystery Series
http://www.steliko.com/bleedinghearts
The Truth of YesterdayChapter 27 With everything that had happened, I ended up getting a grand total
of two and a half hours of sleep before I woke up at 6 AM, wide awake and
inexplicably alert. I tried to fall back asleep but my body wasn\'t having
any of it. I finally gave up and climbed wearily out of bed. My mind may
have been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed but my body felt like dead weight. I
took a shower in the hopes that it would revive me, but it failed miserably
to achieve that goal. I dragged myself downstairs, ate a light breakfast,
and then took a walk down by the creek in the brisk fall morning air. It
was a morning designed to make you feel energized and alive, and yet, I
still undressing nymphet photos felt drained and weary. Considering how I felt and how much sleep I\'d had the night
before-or didn\'t have, as the case may be-I thought about not attempting
the drive to DC. Intellectually, I knew it wasn\'t the best idea, but I felt
like I was so close I just couldn\'t sit at home and do nothing. I felt a
pressing very little nymphet porn
urgency that I couldn\'t ignore. I forced myself to wait until nine, drank a soda high in caffeine,
and set out on the road towards Washington DC. My car could just about
drive there on autopilot at this point, which was a good thing the way I
was feeling. I would be glad when this case was over so I didn\'t have to
drive there so often. I made good time and arrived at Chris\' just before noon. She
answered the door at my knock. \"Were you able to get me in to see the detective?\" I asked before
she even had time to say hello. \"It\'s nice to see you too,\" she said sarcastically, stepping aside
to allow me in. A small black and white dog came barreling down the hallway
and came skidding to a halt at my feet, looking up at me with enormous,
expressive brown eyes. \"Have you met Janie?\" Chris asked. \"I don\'t believe so,\" I said, momentarily distracted. \"She\'s a Boston terrier,\" Chris said with all the pride of a dog
owner, an amount usually reserved for parents of newborn children. \"She\'s beautiful,\" I said as I knelt down to rub her ears. Janie
wriggled with pleasure. \"Why\'d you name her Janie?\" I asked. Chris blushed slightly. \"It\'s short for Janeway,\" she said. \"As in
Captain Janeway.\" \"I didn\'t know you were a Trekkie.\" \"Sort of, I don\'t like the original series but I like the nymphet art photography
newer
ones, especially Voyager. I had a huge crush on Captain Janeway.\" I laughed and played with Janie for a few more seconds before
returning back to business. \"You never said if you were able to get me an
appointment with the detective.\" \"Ye-e-e-s,\" she said, dragging the word out to impossible lengths. I looked up at her suspiciously. \"That doesn\'t sound good,\" I said
warily. \"I managed to nymphets teens models
get you in; you\'re appointment is in a little over an
hour. His name is Owen Evans.\" \"I sense a but coming...\" \"Well, I may have had to stretch the facts a little to get you in,
I mean, it is a Saturday.\" \"Stretch the facts how?\" \"I...uh...I told him you knew who the murderer is and you had
proof.\" \"You what?\" I gasped. \"It was the only way I could get him to agree to meet you!\" \"But Chris, I don\'t have any proof! I don\'t even know for sure that
the guy I suspect did anything. What am I supposed to do russian dark nymphets
when I get in
there and he expects me to youngteen nymphet have solid proof? When he finds out I probably
know less that he does, he\'ll be so pissed he won\'t help me at all.\" \"Then hold off on telling him that as long as possible.\" \"Oh great, then he\'ll lock me up for...for...something.\" \"For what?\" \"Obstructing justice! I don\'t know. He\'ll make something up.\" \"Calm down. You\'re awful high-strung today.\" I sighed. \"I didn\'t get much sleep last night.\" \"Long night?\" \"You could say that.\" \"Why don\'t you fill me in? You promised to tell me what was going
on when you got here.\" \"Ok.\" \"Can we do it in the living room? I\'m getting tired of standing
here.\" I made a face at her and she helped me up. Janie trotted along
beside us as we went into the living room and sat down. I gave her the
rundown on everything that had happened since we talked last, and what my
suspicions were. She thought for a minute, and then nodded. \"That sounds reasonable,\" she said. \"Yes, but the problem is, in case you didn\'t notice, I don\'t nymphet pics rape have
any proof. That was why I wanted to meet with the detective in the first
place. What did you say his name is?\" \"Owen Evans.\" \"What was he like?\" \"He sounded busy mostly. The cops here nymphet fuck pics in the city are overworked
and underpaid. This isn\'t his only case, you know.\" \"I never said it was. It would be nice, however, if he didn\'t have
to be bribed into working on this one.\" \"I didn\'t...well, ok, maybe I did. Look, it\'s just natural that I\'m
going to side with the cops on this, I mean, my ukrainian nymphets forum
dad is one; but that
doesn\'t mean that I don\'t see your side of it too.\" \"I know; I\'m just grouchy. You\'ve been a younger babes nymphets
huge help. I couldn\'t have
done this without you.\" \"Sure you could have, I\'ve just made it easier.\" \"What time do I have to go see Evans?\" She glanced at her watch. \"You\'d better leave now if you\'re nymphet boy sex taking
the Metro.\" \"You\'re not coming?\" \"No, I have to take Kevin to the orthodontist at two. Assuming he
comes home from his friend\'s before then.\" \"Oh. Ok.\" I was disappointed and a little nervous at the prospect
of meeting with Evans alone. \"You\'ll at least give me directions, right?\" She laughed. \"No, I thought I\'d let you find it for yourself. By
the way, you\'re not meeting him at the station. He said, and I quote, \'If I
have to waste time talking to some amateur sleuth, he can talk while I\'m
eating lunch.\'\" She gave me the directions to the restaurant where I was supposed
to meet the detective and I headed off to meet my doom. I decided on the
way that it would be in my best interest to tell him up front that I didn\'t
have any proof to back my suspicions. It might just forestall any possible
harm to my person. The restaurant turned out to be a little hole-in-the-wall Irish
pub. A neon sign in the window proudly proclaimed that they served-what
else?-Killian\'s Irish Red. I pushed open the door and stepped into a dimly
lit room. Round tables sat in the middle of the floor and old-fashioned red
pleather-upholstered booths lined the walls. They were doing a brisk
business; almost every table was full. It only took one look around to see
that I was the youngest person there by at least a couple decades. A waitress carrying an empty tray personal nymphet
stopped near me. \"Can I help ya,
Sugar?\" She asked. \"I\'m child nubile nymphets
here to meet with Owen Evans,\" I said. She pointed out a man sitting alone in a corner booth at the far
back of the restaurant. He was intent on nymphet girls naked his hamburger and wasn\'t even
looking on our direction. I thanked her and started making my way in his
direction. As I walked, I took in the detective. He was on the far side of
middle-aged and had to be edging up near retirement, but he looked to be in
pretty good physical shape. He was just starting to expand a little in the
middle, and meals like that greasy looking burger and that mountain of
fries weren\'t going to help any. He had salt and pepper hair that looked a
little shaggy, as if he\'d missed a haircut or two. His face was lined, but
it didn\'t make him look old, just interesting. He was wearing a slightly
rumpled suit with a fresh ketchup stain on the lapel. \"Detective Evans?\" I asked when I reached his table. He looked up at me with startlingly green eyes. \"That\'s me. You
Kendall?\" I nodded and he inclined his head towards the seat across from
him. \"Have a seat,\" he grunted. I sat down and opened my mouth to tell him I didn\'t have proof of
anything when he asked, \"So you\'re a friend of Chrissie Silver, eh?\" \"Chrissie...\" I had top nymphets bbs to struggle not to laugh. I wondered how long
it had been since he\'d seen Chris. She definitely nymphet nubile angels wasn\'t the Chrissie
type. \"Yes,\" I finally managed. \"And she may have overstated my case when
she talked to you.\" He raised an eyebrow questioningly and took a bite of his
hamburger. \"I don\'t really have any proof hot nymphets pussy to back my suspicions; that\'s
actually what I wanted to talk to you about.\" He finished chewing, swallowed, and chased it down with a gulp of
his soda. He eyed me for a moment and then said, \"Then why are you still
sitting there?\" \"Why don\'t you just let me tell you what I\'ve found out and then
you can decide if there\'s anything to it or not. You\'re not losing
anything; you have to finish eating anyway. If you get done and you still
think I\'m wasting your time, I\'ll pay for your lunch and leave you alone.\" He took a huge bite of his burger, making half of what was left
disappear in one gulp. \"Deal,\" he said. Or at least that\'s what I think he
said. His mouth was a little full at the time. He wasn\'t leaving me much
time models nymphets com
to talk, littl models nymphets so I didn\'t waste any time jumping right in. I outlined my investigation so far as succinctly as possible,
leaving out such trivial details and breaking and entering and tampering
with evidence. Even without those particulars, it added up nicely, or so I
thought. What really mattered however was what the detective thought. When I had finished my recital, he swallowed the last of his burger
and signaled the waitress over. I held my breath as she approached. I was
certain he was going to tell her to give me the check and walk out, leaving
me with nothing more than I came with, but he surprised me by ordering a
chocolate milkshake and a cup of regular coffee. \"You look like a chocolate kind of guy,\" he said after she\'d
left. I nodded my agreement, still too surprised to know what to say. \"I
have to give it to you,\" he foto fetish nymphets said, \"You\'ve done a good job on this
investigation. I suspect that you left out a few things, but that\'s neither
here nor there. Unfortunately, you\'ve also left out the most important
part. You don\'t have any evidence. So you suspect this Fenton Black
character? So what? What do you want me to do? I can\'t go after this guy
just because you say so.\" \"I\'ve seen copies of the letters that were in the safe,\" I told
him. He raised an eyebrow but left it alone, much to my relief. \"What if
Paul nymphets pussy free was writing them to Black?\" \"And what if he was writing them to the Pope? We need proof.\" \"I know I could nymphet 13yo pics
get it if I just had more information.\" \"What kind of information?\" \"Do you know who Paul was dating?\" \"I didn\'t know he was dating anyone. Everyone we spoke to said he
was single.\" \"You didn\'t speak to his clients.\" \"His clients? You make it sound like he was a dry-cleaner. He was
an escort.\" The waitress came to pour his coffee, and I waited until she left
to continue. \"I know what he was, and I really don\'t see how that makes any
difference. Why does it matter what he did for a living? He was a nice guy,
a good person. Everyone that knew him loved and respected him.\" \"Obviously, not everyone.\" I was annoyed that I\'d walked into that one. I\'d made the same
point several times myself. \"The point is one of his clients told me that
Paul was dating someone, but he didn\'t know who.\" \"Unfortunately, he didn\'t leave us an in-case-of-emergency-contact
letter.\" \"What about the address book?\" \"What about it?\" I hadn\'t known for sure that there even was an address book before
just now, but Evans had just confirmed it for me. \"Can I see it?\" \"Absolutely not.\" \"Why not? What if it helped solve the case?\" \"It could also help me lose my job. I can\'t just run around showing
key evidence to everybody who asks.\" \"How is Paul\'s address book key evidence? Evidence of what?\" \"It was taken from the murder scene, that makes it evidence in a
homicide investigation.\" \"Have you at least contacted everyone in it?\" He gasped melodramatically. \"Gee golly! You know what? We didn\'t
even think of that! It\'s a good thing you came along to remind us how to do
our job.\" I gritted my teeth in frustration. I jumped as the waitress dropped
a large glass of chocolate milkshake in front of me with a loud thunk. I
hadn\'t even seen her coming that time. \"You don\'t lollita young nymphets
have to get all snotty about it,\" I said when she\'d
gone. \"I was just asking. It didn\'t lead anywhere?\" \"Nobody knew nothin\'.\" \"Can you at least tell nude nymphets 9yo me what was in it?\" He sighed. \"You don\'t give up, do you kid?\" \"Nope.\" \"What do you want to know?\" \"Can you give me the phone number for Paul\'s family?\" \"No way.\" \"Come on,\" I whined. \"We\'ve already talked to them.\" \"You\'d already talked to a lot of people I talked to and I found
out much more than you did.\" He didn\'t look too pleased at that reminder, but he couldn\'t argue
with its validity. \"I won\'t tell them where I got the information from, I promise.\" He pressed his lips together and silently whipped out a small
notebook from his inside jacket pocket. The notebook was almost identical
to the one I carried. I nymphet shots
felt pthc porn nymphet
a toplist nymphette little thrill to realize that a professional
police detective used the same notebook I did, then I realized how childish
it was to get excited by something like that. I pulled out my pad while he
flipped through his pages. I wanted to be ready. I waited with pen poised
over paper. He rattled off a phone number and the notebook vanished back into
his pocket. \"Now we\'re done,\" he growled. littlenymphet He threw back the last of his
coffee and signaled the waitress. \"He\'s picking up the check,\" he told
her. He stood up as I gaped at him. \"The deal was I would pick it up if you thought I didn\'t have
anything to offer,\" I sputtered. \"And you didn\'t; just some speculation and allegations without
anything to back them up. Thanks for lunch.\" He nodded at the waitress, who
was busy keeping a professionally bland smile on her face, and walked
out. As soon as he was gone, the waitress\' smile fell. \"Don\'t let him get you, hon,\" she said softly. \"He\'s a real hard
ass. From what I heard, he\'s just mad because you\'ve done a better job on
this case than he has. For a guy who\'s been at this game for as long as he
has, that\'s a real kick nymphet fresh pics
in the gut. The other guys on the force are always
giving him a hard time about losing his edge.\" \"You know him?\" \"I ought to, he\'s my ex.\" \"You were married?\" \"Yep. It wasn\'t one of those messy divorces, you know? It\'s just
hard being a cop\'s wife. I just wasn\'t cut out for it. We\'re still
friends. That\'s why he eats here all the time.\" \"Oh. Well, I guess I\'ll take that check now.\" \"Don\'t worry about it,\" she said. \"Owen eats on the house. He was
just giving you a hard time.\" \"Can I at least pay for the shake?\" \"That one\'s on me. Think of it as an apology for the hard time he
gave you.\" I smiled. \"Thanks.\" \"Any time, cutie.\" She moved off to check on her other customers. I
finished my milkshake, left a couple dollars on the table, and slipped out
before she noticed the money. I took the Metro back to Chris\', but she and Kevin weren\'t back
yet. I sat on her doorstep until they got back. Kevin was looked cranky and
Chris looked frazzled. I stood up and she caught sight of me. \"Hey,\" she said. \"How\'d it go?\" \"Eh. Not too well. How\'s the orthodontist appointment go?\" Kevin glowered at me. \"Don\'t ask,\" Chris said. She unlocked the door and we all went
inside, Kevin immediately disappearing to his room. \"He hates having his braces tightened,\" she explained. \"And I hate
being his mother.\" \"You could always move out,\" I suggested. \"Nah,\" she sighed. \"Dad needs me. Maybe someday, when Kevin\'s a
little older. So anyway, what happened with Detective Evans?\" \"He wasn\'t very cooperative. I had to do some fast-talking just to
get him to listen to me. Still, I did messages nymphet manage to get him to give me Paul\'s
mother\'s phone number. Can I clitty clit nude nymphets use your phone to call her?\" \"Sure. Where does she live?\" \"I\'m not sure. Do you recognize the exchange?\" I showed her the
number. \"Yeah, I russian nymphets free videos think that\'s Arlington, just bbs illegal uncensored nymphets
outside DC. You can take the
Metro there if she lives within walking distance.\" \"Let me call her first. She might not even agree to meet with me.\" Chris showed me the phone and I dialed the number the detective had
given me. It rang three times before someone picked up. The woman on the
other end had a pleasant, sunny voice. \"Mrs. Flynn?\" I asked. \"Yes. May I ask who is calling?\" \"My name is Killian Kendall, Mrs. Flynn,\" I said. \"I\'d like to talk
to you about your son Paul.\" \"Paul?\" she asked, her voice suddenly lost its brightness. \"Why do
you want to talk to me about Paul? You do know he is dead, don\'t you?\" \"Yes, ma\'am. That\'s what I wanted to talk to you about
actually. I\'m investigating his death; I\'m trying to find out who killed
him.\" There was no response. The silence stretched out to the point that
I began to think she\'d hung up on me. \"Mrs. Flynn?\" \"It\'s very hard to lose a child,\" she said at last. \"I can\'t even imagine your pain.\" \"I lost him twice. I got him back after the first time; nothing can
bring him back now.\" \"You don\'t think his killer should nymphets studio gallery be brought to justice?\" \"Its not that...it\'s just...My older son, James, he doesn\'t like me
to even talk about Paul. He wouldn\'t like it if he knew I was talking to
you about him. We\'re a very religious family. My husband and James could
never accept-they couldn\'t understand...\" \"That Paul was gay?\" \"You know?\" \"Yes, ma\'am.\" \"My husband is dead now, but James still won\'t even speak of Paul.\" \"Is James there now?\" \"No, he\'s at work. He won\'t be home until after five.\" \"Could I come to your house and talk to you before that? He
wouldn\'t have to know.\" \"I don\'t like to lie...\" \"You boy nymphet pedo
wouldn\'t have to lie.\" \"I suppose, if it will help to catch Paul\'s killer, it would be
ok.\" \"Can you give me your address?\" She gave me here street and house number, which I jotted down under
her phone number in my notebook. \"I\'ll be there soon,\" I told her. \"About half an hour,\" Chris whispered into my ear. She\'d been
reading over my shoulder. \"In about half an hour,\" I amended. \"I\'ll be looking for you,\" Mrs. Flynn said. I hung up and turned to Chris. \"Should I drive or take the Metro?\" She pulled two maps out of a drawer, one of the Metro system and
one of Arlington. She spent a minute comparing them. \"I think you should
drive, it\'s not very close to the Metro stop. Or actually, maybe I should
drive. Do you want me to go? You look really tired.\" When she that, I realized just how tired I was. I was running on
adrenaline and when that ran out, I had a feeling I would drop. Still, that
urgency I\'d felt earlier was even more intense now. I had to keep going. \"I
am tired but I\'m ok. Besides, what about Kevin? Can you leave him here
alone?\" \"He\'s old enough that he doesn\'t need a babysitter,\" she said,
although she didn\'t sound too sure. \"I\'ll be fine. Mrs. Flynn might be uncomfortable if two of us
showed up,\" nymphet child porn I said. Chris showed me where Mrs. Flynn lived and how to find
it on the map, and I set off to find my way through the confusing maze of
DC streets, beltways, and highways. Somehow, I managed to find Mrs. Flynn\'s home and it only took me an
hour. She lived on an attractive, but crowded street with homes that looked
like they\'d been built during the post World War 2 boom in the
Fifties. Large old tress lined the street and kept everything shaded. The
lawns were immaculately groomed and the homes well cared for. I parked on
the street in front of the address Mrs. Flynn had given me. Her home was a
small cottage sized house, part brick and part white clapboard, with a
chimney on each end. Enormous mums exploded with autumn color along the
brick path that led to the door and against the foundation. Dark green ivy
climbed its way up one chimney. It made an idyllic scene. I walked up the path, breathing deeply the smell of fall, a
pleasingly earthy scent. I knocked on the door and it angels nymphetes was quickly answered
by a small, plump woman wearing white cotton pants and a blowsy, emerald
green top-Mrs. Flynn I presumed. I was surprised to see that she was older
than I had expected. She had short curly brown hair, shot liberally with
gray. Her round face was relatively smooth, but deep creases cut into the
skin at the corners of her mouth and eyes. She looked like a woman who
smiled often, but she wasn\'t smiling at the moment. \"Yes?\" she asked cautiously, as if she suspected I was selling
something. \"Mrs. Flynn? I\'m Killian Kendall; we spoke on the phone?\" Her eyes widened. \"Oh! I didn\'t expect...\" \"Someone so young?\" I smiled my most winning smile. \"I get that a
lot.\" She smiled tentatively back at me and opened the screen
door. \"Please, come in,\" she said. \"Thank you for seeing me, Mrs. Flynn,\" I said as she led me into a
comfortable living room, decorated with a comfortable mix of antiques and
modern furniture. Knick-knacks covered every available surface, the
evidence of a lifetime-photographs and souvenirs only family members knew
the meaning behind. The pictures seemed to be of several different
children. Over the fireplace, in a nymphets wild zeps
place of honor, was a huge portrait of
Jesus. He wore a benign smile on his face but I had the creepiest feeling
that his eyes were following me as I moved. I sat down on an oversized arm chair positioned so that nymphette girl sexe
it was
turned slightly away from tiny nymphets thumbs the fireplace, that way I didn\'t have to look
Jesus in the eye. Mrs. Flynn sat down on the sofa. I decided to start off
with some easy questions to put her at ease. \"How many children do you have, Mrs. Flynn?\" \"We had six, three boys and three girls. My husband and I were
married for 40 years before he passed erotic angel nymphet
away.\" \"I\'m sorry for your loss,\" I said. \"We had a good life together. He\'s in a better place now.\" I paused a moment at the nonchalance in her voice as she talked
about the death of her husband. I couldn\'t imagine being that blas

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From: MystryAuthraol.com
Subject: Chapter 27 of The Truth of YesterdayJosh Aterovis is the author of Bleeding Hearts (ISBN: 1930928688) and the
upcoming Reap the Whirlwind (Coming in May of 2003), published by
Renaissance Alliance Publishing Inc. (http://www.rapbooks.biz) The Truth of
Yesterday is the fourth book in the Killian Kendall series.Visit "Black Sheep Productions" for more information.
Official Site of the Killian Kendall Mystery Series
http://www.steliko.com/bleedinghearts
The Truth of YesterdayChapter 27 With everything that had happened, I ended up getting a grand total
of two and a half hours of sleep before I woke up at 6 AM, wide awake and
inexplicably alert. I tried to fall back asleep but my body wasn't having
any of it. I finally gave up and climbed wearily out of bed. My mind may
have been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed but my body felt like dead weight. I
took a shower in the hopes that it would revive me, but it failed miserably
to achieve that goal. I dragged myself downstairs, ate a light breakfast,
and then took a walk down by the creek in the brisk fall morning air. It
was a morning designed to make you feel energized and alive, and yet, I
still undressing nymphet photos felt drained and weary. Considering how I felt and how much sleep I'd had the night
before-or didn't have, as the case may be-I thought about not attempting
the drive to DC. Intellectually, I knew it wasn't the best idea, but I felt
like I was so close I just couldn't sit at home and do nothing. I felt a
pressing very little nymphet porn
urgency that I couldn't ignore. I forced myself to wait until nine, drank a soda high in caffeine,
and set out on the road towards Washington DC. My car could just about
drive there on autopilot at this point, which was a good thing the way I
was feeling. I would be glad when this case was over so I didn't have to
drive there so often. I made good time and arrived at Chris' just before noon. She
answered the door at my knock. "Were you able to get me in to see the detective?" I asked before
she even had time to say hello. "It's nice to see you too," she said sarcastically, stepping aside
to allow me in. A small black and white dog came barreling down the hallway
and came skidding to a halt at my feet, looking up at me with enormous,
expressive brown eyes. "Have you met Janie?" Chris asked. "I don't believe so," I said, momentarily distracted. "She's a Boston terrier," Chris said with all the pride of a dog
owner, an amount usually reserved for parents of newborn children. "She's beautiful," I said as I knelt down to rub her ears. Janie
wriggled with pleasure. "Why'd you name her Janie?" I asked. Chris blushed slightly. "It's short for Janeway," she said. "As in
Captain Janeway." "I didn't know you were a Trekkie." "Sort of, I don't like the original series but I like the nymphet art photography
newer
ones, especially Voyager. I had a huge crush on Captain Janeway." I laughed and played with Janie for a few more seconds before
returning back to business. "You never said if you were able to get me an
appointment with the detective." "Ye-e-e-s," she said, dragging the word out to impossible lengths. I looked up at her suspiciously. "That doesn't sound good," I said
warily. "I managed to nymphets teens models
get you in; you're appointment is in a little over an
hour. His name is Owen Evans." "I sense a but coming..." "Well, I may have had to stretch the facts a little to get you in,
I mean, it is a Saturday." "Stretch the facts how?" "I...uh...I told him you knew who the murderer is and you had
proof." "You what?" I gasped. "It was the only way I could get him to agree to meet you!" "But Chris, I don't have any proof! I don't even know for sure that
the guy I suspect did anything. What am I supposed to do russian dark nymphets
when I get in
there and he expects me to youngteen nymphet have solid proof? When he finds out I probably
know less that he does, he'll be so pissed he won't help me at all." "Then hold off on telling him that as long as possible." "Oh great, then he'll lock me up for...for...something." "For what?" "Obstructing justice! I don't know. He'll make something up." "Calm down. You're awful high-strung today." I sighed. "I didn't get much sleep last night." "Long night?" "You could say that." "Why don't you fill me in? You promised to tell me what was going
on when you got here." "Ok." "Can we do it in the living room? I'm getting tired of standing
here." I made a face at her and she helped me up. Janie trotted along
beside us as we went into the living room and sat down. I gave her the
rundown on everything that had happened since we talked last, and what my
suspicions were. She thought for a minute, and then nodded. "That sounds reasonable," she said. "Yes, but the problem is, in case you didn't notice, I don't nymphet pics rape have
any proof. That was why I wanted to meet with the detective in the first
place. What did you say his name is?" "Owen Evans." "What was he like?" "He sounded busy mostly. The cops here nymphet fuck pics in the city are overworked
and underpaid. This isn't his only case, you know." "I never said it was. It would be nice, however, if he didn't have
to be bribed into working on this one." "I didn't...well, ok, maybe I did. Look, it's just natural that I'm
going to side with the cops on this, I mean, my ukrainian nymphets forum
dad is one; but that
doesn't mean that I don't see your side of it too." "I know; I'm just grouchy. You've been a younger babes nymphets
huge help. I couldn't have
done this without you." "Sure you could have, I've just made it easier." "What time do I have to go see Evans?" She glanced at her watch. "You'd better leave now if you're nymphet boy sex taking
the Metro." "You're not coming?" "No, I have to take Kevin to the orthodontist at two. Assuming he
comes home from his friend's before then." "Oh. Ok." I was disappointed and a little nervous at the prospect
of meeting with Evans alone. "You'll at least give me directions, right?" She laughed. "No, I thought I'd let you find it for yourself. By
the way, you're not meeting him at the station. He said, and I quote, 'If I
have to waste time talking to some amateur sleuth, he can talk while I'm
eating lunch.'" She gave me the directions to the restaurant where I was supposed
to meet the detective and I headed off to meet my doom. I decided on the
way that it would be in my best interest to tell him up front that I didn't
have any proof to back my suspicions. It might just forestall any possible
harm to my person. The restaurant turned out to be a little hole-in-the-wall Irish
pub. A neon sign in the window proudly proclaimed that they served-what
else?-Killian's Irish Red. I pushed open the door and stepped into a dimly
lit room. Round tables sat in the middle of the floor and old-fashioned red
pleather-upholstered booths lined the walls. They were doing a brisk
business; almost every table was full. It only took one look around to see
that I was the youngest person there by at least a couple decades. A waitress carrying an empty tray personal nymphet
stopped near me. "Can I help ya,
Sugar?" She asked. "I'm child nubile nymphets
here to meet with Owen Evans," I said. She pointed out a man sitting alone in a corner booth at the far
back of the restaurant. He was intent on nymphet girls naked his hamburger and wasn't even
looking on our direction. I thanked her and started making my way in his
direction. As I walked, I took in the detective. He was on the far side of
middle-aged and had to be edging up near retirement, but he looked to be in
pretty good physical shape. He was just starting to expand a little in the
middle, and meals like that greasy looking burger and that mountain of
fries weren't going to help any. He had salt and pepper hair that looked a
little shaggy, as if he'd missed a haircut or two. His face was lined, but
it didn't make him look old, just interesting. He was wearing a slightly
rumpled suit with a fresh ketchup stain on the lapel. "Detective Evans?" I asked when I reached his table. He looked up at me with startlingly green eyes. "That's me. You
Kendall?" I nodded and he inclined his head towards the seat across from
him. "Have a seat," he grunted. I sat down and opened my mouth to tell him I didn't have proof of
anything when he asked, "So you're a friend of Chrissie Silver, eh?" "Chrissie..." I had top nymphets bbs to struggle not to laugh. I wondered how long
it had been since he'd seen Chris. She definitely nymphet nubile angels wasn't the Chrissie
type. "Yes," I finally managed. "And she may have overstated my case when
she talked to you." He raised an eyebrow questioningly and took a bite of his
hamburger. "I don't really have any proof hot nymphets pussy to back my suspicions; that's
actually what I wanted to talk to you about." He finished chewing, swallowed, and chased it down with a gulp of
his soda. He eyed me for a moment and then said, "Then why are you still
sitting there?" "Why don't you just let me tell you what I've found out and then
you can decide if there's anything to it or not. You're not losing
anything; you have to finish eating anyway. If you get done and you still
think I'm wasting your time, I'll pay for your lunch and leave you alone." He took a huge bite of his burger, making half of what was left
disappear in one gulp. "Deal," he said. Or at least that's what I think he
said. His mouth was a little full at the time. He wasn't leaving me much
time models nymphets com
to talk, littl models nymphets so I didn't waste any time jumping right in. I outlined my investigation so far as succinctly as possible,
leaving out such trivial details and breaking and entering and tampering
with evidence. Even without those particulars, it added up nicely, or so I
thought. What really mattered however was what the detective thought. When I had finished my recital, he swallowed the last of his burger
and signaled the waitress over. I held my breath as she approached. I was
certain he was going to tell her to give me the check and walk out, leaving
me with nothing more than I came with, but he surprised me by ordering a
chocolate milkshake and a cup of regular coffee. "You look like a chocolate kind of guy," he said after she'd
left. I nodded my agreement, still too surprised to know what to say. "I
have to give it to you," he foto fetish nymphets said, "You've done a good job on this
investigation. I suspect that you left out a few things, but that's neither
here nor there. Unfortunately, you've also left out the most important
part. You don't have any evidence. So you suspect this Fenton Black
character? So what? What do you want me to do? I can't go after this guy
just because you say so." "I've seen copies of the letters that were in the safe," I told
him. He raised an eyebrow but left it alone, much to my relief. "What if
Paul nymphets pussy free was writing them to Black?" "And what if he was writing them to the Pope? We need proof." "I know I could nymphet 13yo pics
get it if I just had more information." "What kind of information?" "Do you know who Paul was dating?" "I didn't know he was dating anyone. Everyone we spoke to said he
was single." "You didn't speak to his clients." "His clients? You make it sound like he was a dry-cleaner. He was
an escort." The waitress came to pour his coffee, and I waited until she left
to continue. "I know what he was, and I really don't see how that makes any
difference. Why does it matter what he did for a living? He was a nice guy,
a good person. Everyone that knew him loved and respected him." "Obviously, not everyone." I was annoyed that I'd walked into that one. I'd made the same
point several times myself. "The point is one of his clients told me that
Paul was dating someone, but he didn't know who." "Unfortunately, he didn't leave us an in-case-of-emergency-contact
letter." "What about the address book?" "What about it?" I hadn't known for sure that there even was an address book before
just now, but Evans had just confirmed it for me. "Can I see it?" "Absolutely not." "Why not? What if it helped solve the case?" "It could also help me lose my job. I can't just run around showing
key evidence to everybody who asks." "How is Paul's address book key evidence? Evidence of what?" "It was taken from the murder scene, that makes it evidence in a
homicide investigation." "Have you at least contacted everyone in it?" He gasped melodramatically. "Gee golly! You know what? We didn't
even think of that! It's a good thing you came along to remind us how to do
our job." I gritted my teeth in frustration. I jumped as the waitress dropped
a large glass of chocolate milkshake in front of me with a loud thunk. I
hadn't even seen her coming that time. "You don't lollita young nymphets
have to get all snotty about it," I said when she'd
gone. "I was just asking. It didn't lead anywhere?" "Nobody knew nothin'." "Can you at least tell nude nymphets 9yo me what was in it?" He sighed. "You don't give up, do you kid?" "Nope." "What do you want to know?" "Can you give me the phone number for Paul's family?" "No way." "Come on," I whined. "We've already talked to them." "You'd already talked to a lot of people I talked to and I found
out much more than you did." He didn't look too pleased at that reminder, but he couldn't argue
with its validity. "I won't tell them where I got the information from, I promise." He pressed his lips together and silently whipped out a small
notebook from his inside jacket pocket. The notebook was almost identical
to the one I carried. I nymphet shots
felt pthc porn nymphet
a toplist nymphette little thrill to realize that a professional
police detective used the same notebook I did, then I realized how childish
it was to get excited by something like that. I pulled out my pad while he
flipped through his pages. I wanted to be ready. I waited with pen poised
over paper. He rattled off a phone number and the notebook vanished back into
his pocket. "Now we're done," he growled. littlenymphet He threw back the last of his
coffee and signaled the waitress. "He's picking up the check," he told
her. He stood up as I gaped at him. "The deal was I would pick it up if you thought I didn't have
anything to offer," I sputtered. "And you didn't; just some speculation and allegations without
anything to back them up. Thanks for lunch." He nodded at the waitress, who
was busy keeping a professionally bland smile on her face, and walked
out. As soon as he was gone, the waitress' smile fell. "Don't let him get you, hon," she said softly. "He's a real hard
ass. From what I heard, he's just mad because you've done a better job on
this case than he has. For a guy who's been at this game for as long as he
has, that's a real kick nymphet fresh pics
in the gut. The other guys on the force are always
giving him a hard time about losing his edge." "You know him?" "I ought to, he's my ex." "You were married?" "Yep. It wasn't one of those messy divorces, you know? It's just
hard being a cop's wife. I just wasn't cut out for it. We're still
friends. That's why he eats here all the time." "Oh. Well, I guess I'll take that check now." "Don't worry about it," she said. "Owen eats on the house. He was
just giving you a hard time." "Can I at least pay for the shake?" "That one's on me. Think of it as an apology for the hard time he
gave you." I smiled. "Thanks." "Any time, cutie." She moved off to check on her other customers. I
finished my milkshake, left a couple dollars on the table, and slipped out
before she noticed the money. I took the Metro back to Chris', but she and Kevin weren't back
yet. I sat on her doorstep until they got back. Kevin was looked cranky and
Chris looked frazzled. I stood up and she caught sight of me. "Hey," she said. "How'd it go?" "Eh. Not too well. How's the orthodontist appointment go?" Kevin glowered at me. "Don't ask," Chris said. She unlocked the door and we all went
inside, Kevin immediately disappearing to his room. "He hates having his braces tightened," she explained. "And I hate
being his mother." "You could always move out," I suggested. "Nah," she sighed. "Dad needs me. Maybe someday, when Kevin's a
little older. So anyway, what happened with Detective Evans?" "He wasn't very cooperative. I had to do some fast-talking just to
get him to listen to me. Still, I did messages nymphet manage to get him to give me Paul's
mother's phone number. Can I clitty clit nude nymphets use your phone to call her?" "Sure. Where does she live?" "I'm not sure. Do you recognize the exchange?" I showed her the
number. "Yeah, I russian nymphets free videos think that's Arlington, just bbs illegal uncensored nymphets
outside DC. You can take the
Metro there if she lives within walking distance." "Let me call her first. She might not even agree to meet with me." Chris showed me the phone and I dialed the number the detective had
given me. It rang three times before someone picked up. The woman on the
other end had a pleasant, sunny voice. "Mrs. Flynn?" I asked. "Yes. May I ask who is calling?" "My name is Killian Kendall, Mrs. Flynn," I said. "I'd like to talk
to you about your son Paul." "Paul?" she asked, her voice suddenly lost its brightness. "Why do
you want to talk to me about Paul? You do know he is dead, don't you?" "Yes, ma'am. That's what I wanted to talk to you about
actually. I'm investigating his death; I'm trying to find out who killed
him." There was no response. The silence stretched out to the point that
I began to think she'd hung up on me. "Mrs. Flynn?" "It's very hard to lose a child," she said at last. "I can't even imagine your pain." "I lost him twice. I got him back after the first time; nothing can
bring him back now." "You don't think his killer should nymphets studio gallery be brought to justice?" "Its not that...it's just...My older son, James, he doesn't like me
to even talk about Paul. He wouldn't like it if he knew I was talking to
you about him. We're a very religious family. My husband and James could
never accept-they couldn't understand..." "That Paul was gay?" "You know?" "Yes, ma'am." "My husband is dead now, but James still won't even speak of Paul." "Is James there now?" "No, he's at work. He won't be home until after five." "Could I come to your house and talk to you before that? He
wouldn't have to know." "I don't like to lie..." "You boy nymphet pedo
wouldn't have to lie." "I suppose, if it will help to catch Paul's killer, it would be
ok." "Can you give me your address?" She gave me here street and house number, which I jotted down under
her phone number in my notebook. "I'll be there soon," I told her. "About half an hour," Chris whispered into my ear. She'd been
reading over my shoulder. "In about half an hour," I amended. "I'll be looking for you," Mrs. Flynn said. I hung up and turned to Chris. "Should I drive or take the Metro?" She pulled two maps out of a drawer, one of the Metro system and
one of Arlington. She spent a minute comparing them. "I think you should
drive, it's not very close to the Metro stop. Or actually, maybe I should
drive. Do you want me to go? You look really tired." When she that, I realized just how tired I was. I was running on
adrenaline and when that ran out, I had a feeling I would drop. Still, that
urgency I'd felt earlier was even more intense now. I had to keep going. "I
am tired but I'm ok. Besides, what about Kevin? Can you leave him here
alone?" "He's old enough that he doesn't need a babysitter," she said,
although she didn't sound too sure. "I'll be fine. Mrs. Flynn might be uncomfortable if two of us
showed up," nymphet child porn I said. Chris showed me where Mrs. Flynn lived and how to find
it on the map, and I set off to find my way through the confusing maze of
DC streets, beltways, and highways. Somehow, I managed to find Mrs. Flynn's home and it only took me an
hour. She lived on an attractive, but crowded street with homes that looked
like they'd been built during the post World War 2 boom in the
Fifties. Large old tress lined the street and kept everything shaded. The
lawns were immaculately groomed and the homes well cared for. I parked on
the street in front of the address Mrs. Flynn had given me. Her home was a
small cottage sized house, part brick and part white clapboard, with a
chimney on each end. Enormous mums exploded with autumn color along the
brick path that led to the door and against the foundation. Dark green ivy
climbed its way up one chimney. It made an idyllic scene. I walked up the path, breathing deeply the smell of fall, a
pleasingly earthy scent. I knocked on the door and it angels nymphetes was quickly answered
by a small, plump woman wearing white cotton pants and a blowsy, emerald
green top-Mrs. Flynn I presumed. I was surprised to see that she was older
than I had expected. She had short curly brown hair, shot liberally with
gray. Her round face was relatively smooth, but deep creases cut into the
skin at the corners of her mouth and eyes. She looked like a woman who
smiled often, but she wasn't smiling at the moment. "Yes?" she asked cautiously, as if she suspected I was selling
something. "Mrs. Flynn? I'm Killian Kendall; we spoke on the phone?" Her eyes widened. "Oh! I didn't expect..." "Someone so young?" I smiled my most winning smile. "I get that a
lot." She smiled tentatively back at me and opened the screen
door. "Please, come in," she said. "Thank you for seeing me, Mrs. Flynn," I said as she led me into a
comfortable living room, decorated with a comfortable mix of antiques and
modern furniture. Knick-knacks covered every available surface, the
evidence of a lifetime-photographs and souvenirs only family members knew
the meaning behind. The pictures seemed to be of several different
children. Over the fireplace, in a nymphets wild zeps
place of honor, was a huge portrait of
Jesus. He wore a benign smile on his face but I had the creepiest feeling
that his eyes were following me as I moved. I sat down on an oversized arm chair positioned so that nymphette girl sexe
it was
turned slightly away from tiny nymphets thumbs the fireplace, that way I didn't have to look
Jesus in the eye. Mrs. Flynn sat down on the sofa. I decided to start off
with some easy questions to put her at ease. "How many children do you have, Mrs. Flynn?" "We had six, three boys and three girls. My husband and I were
married for 40 years before he passed erotic angel nymphet
away." "I'm sorry for your loss," I said. "We had a good life together. He's in a better place now." I paused a moment at the nonchalance in her voice as she talked
about the death of her husband. I couldn't imagine being that blas


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