Chapter One - Strange Voices
This is the beginning of a book I wrote titled Chaz Strebor - Or Is He?
"Stop!" I yelled, as something pushed me backward and onto the ground. "Who pushed me?"
Nobody answered me, so I struggled to locate my flashlight since I couldn't see because of the dim light in the alley. I found it and turned it on, but when I moved it around to survey the area, I didn't notice anyone lurking in the alley. I decided that whoever hid in the alley disappeared when he knew I appeared because he didn't want to be seen, or maybe he hid somewhere in the alley waiting to do something else. After a few minutes, I felt something scurrying across my leg. "What was that? Who's there?" I asked, as fear started to swell up inside me.
I still didn't receive a response, so I cautiously stood up and proceeded to shine the flashlight back and forth to see if I spotted anyone waiting to attack me. I couldn't see anyone in the alley, so I decided that whoever hid from my view vanished quickly.
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Showing posts with label crime fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crime fiction. Show all posts
Monday, November 16, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Chapter One - Christina's Unexpected Events
This is the first part of chapter one of my book, Christina's Unexpected Events.
I'm Detective Christina Ranae Stewart, a detective in the River City police station, and my boss was Detective Michael Mallory, who was single and three years older than I was. He was average weight and about my height, which was 5’7”, and he had brown hair and brown glasses. Randy Lakes, who was slender and about the same height as Michael, had brown hair and was Michael’s assistant detective, so when Michael couldn’t work on a specific day, then Randy took charge of the other detectives and officers and gave them instructions.
Besides Michael, Randy, and me, the River City police station consisted of twelve uniform officers and some crime scene officers as well as other employees who have helped with the duties at the police station so we can succeed. There were cubicles for each pair of detectives or officers, so they could have their privacy, but Detective Mallory organized the cubicles so he could observe his team through his bulletproof window. He wanted to make sure they acted professionally, and he wanted them to grow spiritually. Every morning, he gathered the officers and detectives so they could pray together before they started the day.
My partner, Jessica Harris, and I were Christians, and we attended the same church as often as possible. We have worked together for Detective Michael Mallory for the last ten years and have been challenged everyday because of the difficult life women police officers encounter on the streets.
I'm Detective Christina Ranae Stewart, a detective in the River City police station, and my boss was Detective Michael Mallory, who was single and three years older than I was. He was average weight and about my height, which was 5’7”, and he had brown hair and brown glasses. Randy Lakes, who was slender and about the same height as Michael, had brown hair and was Michael’s assistant detective, so when Michael couldn’t work on a specific day, then Randy took charge of the other detectives and officers and gave them instructions.
Besides Michael, Randy, and me, the River City police station consisted of twelve uniform officers and some crime scene officers as well as other employees who have helped with the duties at the police station so we can succeed. There were cubicles for each pair of detectives or officers, so they could have their privacy, but Detective Mallory organized the cubicles so he could observe his team through his bulletproof window. He wanted to make sure they acted professionally, and he wanted them to grow spiritually. Every morning, he gathered the officers and detectives so they could pray together before they started the day.
My partner, Jessica Harris, and I were Christians, and we attended the same church as often as possible. We have worked together for Detective Michael Mallory for the last ten years and have been challenged everyday because of the difficult life women police officers encounter on the streets.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Book Review: The Street Lawyer by John Grisham
The Street Lawyer was intriguing and suspenseful in the first few chapters because a street bum confronted Michael and other lawyers in their conference room. He had dynamite hooked up to him and threatened to pull the wire that would set the bomb off. I wanted to continue reading because I wanted to find out what the street bum planned to do, and the lawyers were going to escape their dilemma.
Michael was a lawyer at Drake and Sweeney. Madam Devier was the receptionist, and Polly was Michael's own secretary.
When Michael saw Madam Devier, he saw the street bum pointing a gun at her, and then he pointed it at Michael. Michael attempted to talk to him, but the street bum gathered the men into the conference room, and then he took off his coat. The lawyers saw sticks of dynamite and wires underneath his coat.
Mister, the street bum, demanded their wallets, cash, and jewelry. Then, he had Michael put them in a briefcase. After that, Michael had to call someone in the foyer and tell them he was going to set out a briefcase. He also had to call someone to send them some faxes on last year's taxes of the lawyers who were in the conference room.
The suspense continued to build, and then after an officer had the perfect shot at Mister, he fired, and Mister went down. The lawyers scrambled out of the building, but Michael thought he was injured. He left by another exit, and the ambulance attendants took him downstairs to the gym area to examine him. He was all right, but his blood pressure was high, so one attendant gave him a pill to lower it.
Michael thought about Mister and why he wanted to see their tax sheets and how much money they made as well as gave to the homeless people. He decided to drive to a rough area of the city. He located the law offices in the area and walked inside. The placed was run down, but he was fascinated with the environment. He wanted to help the homeless people, so he started working in the food line where the homeless people could get a meal.
You'll have to read the book to find out what happened to Michael, and what types of things confronted him as a street lawyer.
I have enjoyed reading books by John Grisham as well as the movies that have been based on his books. The Street Lawyer was well-written, and I wanted to find out what Michael decided to do with his life as a lawyer for a well-known law firm or if he decided to become a lawyer for the homeless. They were two different lifestyles that he had to decide between.
The next day he returned to his office because he wanted to work. However, he couldn't settle down to the files that he had on his desk. He left the building and sat in his car for awhile.
Michael was a lawyer at Drake and Sweeney. Madam Devier was the receptionist, and Polly was Michael's own secretary.
When Michael saw Madam Devier, he saw the street bum pointing a gun at her, and then he pointed it at Michael. Michael attempted to talk to him, but the street bum gathered the men into the conference room, and then he took off his coat. The lawyers saw sticks of dynamite and wires underneath his coat.
Mister, the street bum, demanded their wallets, cash, and jewelry. Then, he had Michael put them in a briefcase. After that, Michael had to call someone in the foyer and tell them he was going to set out a briefcase. He also had to call someone to send them some faxes on last year's taxes of the lawyers who were in the conference room.
The suspense continued to build, and then after an officer had the perfect shot at Mister, he fired, and Mister went down. The lawyers scrambled out of the building, but Michael thought he was injured. He left by another exit, and the ambulance attendants took him downstairs to the gym area to examine him. He was all right, but his blood pressure was high, so one attendant gave him a pill to lower it.
Michael thought about Mister and why he wanted to see their tax sheets and how much money they made as well as gave to the homeless people. He decided to drive to a rough area of the city. He located the law offices in the area and walked inside. The placed was run down, but he was fascinated with the environment. He wanted to help the homeless people, so he started working in the food line where the homeless people could get a meal.
You'll have to read the book to find out what happened to Michael, and what types of things confronted him as a street lawyer.
I have enjoyed reading books by John Grisham as well as the movies that have been based on his books. The Street Lawyer was well-written, and I wanted to find out what Michael decided to do with his life as a lawyer for a well-known law firm or if he decided to become a lawyer for the homeless. They were two different lifestyles that he had to decide between.
The next day he returned to his office because he wanted to work. However, he couldn't settle down to the files that he had on his desk. He left the building and sat in his car for awhile.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Welcome to Dying For A Good Mystery
I will have different book reviews, samples of my short stories and books, and other information about mysteries and the subgenres. I hope you enjoy reading what I have displayed on my blog.
If you are interested in finding out more about me or my writing, you can go to my main website: Janet's Creative Designs - http://www.cassielulu.com/index.html
If you are interested in finding out more about me or my writing, you can go to my main website: Janet's Creative Designs - http://www.cassielulu.com/index.html
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