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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin.
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to.
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He _________________ "The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul."
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol.
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Mind _________________
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door.
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There _________________ "The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul."
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside.
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Hopefully _________________ "The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul."
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door.
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Heavy _________________ "The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul."
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
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What _________________ "The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul."
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door.
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David _________________ "The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul."
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin.
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin. The door swung wide and the cold wind whipped into the cabin as Norton fell backward, eyes wide in shock and fear.
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin. The door swung wide and the cold wind whipped into the cabin as Norton fell backward, eyes wide in shock and fear.
"Do you know what happened to Lila?" David demanded.
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Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin. The door swung wide and the cold wind whipped into the cabin as Norton fell backward, eyes wide in shock and fear.
"Do you know what happened to Lila?" David demanded.
"Who are you?"
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin. The door swung wide and the cold wind whipped into the cabin as Norton fell backward, eyes wide in shock and fear.
"Do you know what happened to Lila?" David demanded.
"Who are you?" His voice quivered.
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin. The door swung wide and the cold wind whipped into the cabin as Norton fell backward, eyes wide in shock and fear.
"Do you know what happened to Lila?" David demanded.
"Who are you?" His voice quivered.
"Answer me!" David growled.
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin. The door swung wide and the cold wind whipped into the cabin as Norton fell backward, eyes wide in shock and fear.
"Do you know what happened to Lila?" David demanded.
"Who are you?" His voice quivered.
"Answer me!" David growled.
Norton stared at David.
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
*
"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
*
The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin. The door swung wide and the cold wind whipped into the cabin as Norton fell backward, eyes wide in shock and fear.
"Do you know what happened to Lila?" David demanded.
"Who are you?" His voice quivered.
"Answer me!" David growled.
Norton stared at David. "Before I answer, just tell me how you found me - and who else knows."
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Suddenly _________________ Abduction! is in the Stasis Hall, but read it anyway!
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awe, I just got interested :3 _________________ I now have three SGames! "Mist in a Cave" Chapter 5 is in the works
"The Freedom of Magic" Just got its THIRD chapter up!
Hope you all find the time to read them *goes off to look for an SG to read*
Note to self: The Elven Moon; Coin; SVI; Black Animals; Two Wolves; Angel Cat
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Vengeful Moon
Sorrow was David's life now. His love, his reason for living, had been ripped from him in a sudden twisting of metal on the Interstate, leaving sorrow in her place. Alone in bed, he waited for the next day. It must have been about 5 when the phone rang. After a brief temptation to ignore the ring, curiosity got the better of him and he dragged himself across the room and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Nothing. Irritated, David said "HELLO?" again.
"For two years she was cheating on you," came a whispered voice. "He killed her when she broke it off."
David gasped. He had suspected Lila had been seeing someone - she'd spent too many nights "working", seemed too distracted - but he'd never imagined it had anything to do with her death. "Who is this?" David demanded. The phone went dead.
Placing it on the receiver, David felt something new. His life wasn't just sorrow now. He had a purpose, something to look forward to: revenge.
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"The best thing is just forget it, get on with your life," said Carl.
David stared at him. "What are you talking about? How could I just forget it if someone killed her?" His voice began to rise, and Carl looked nervously around the restaurant.
"A little discretion, please," said Carl. He leaned in and said, "Lila was mixed up in a dangerous scene. Just because she's dead doesn't mean that it's safe now."
"God damn it, Carl!" David hissed, keeping his voice to a whisper. "I thought it was an accident, and you're telling me you knew it was murder?"
"No one knows what happened that night," said Carl. "Yet."
David narrowed his eyes and waited for Carl to continue.
"Listen, Lila was working on a big story about the NSA," said Carl. "She uncovered some incredibly damaging stuff - military, intelligence operations being used for political ends, very illegal - and I think somebody went after her. How they arranged that accident, I don't know. But whoever did could go after you, too - or me, or anyone. Think you're safe, and you're fooling yourself."
"So why didn't she tell me about any of this?" asked David.
"Fear of getting you involved, maybe, I don't know - what difference does it make now?"
"Conspiracies like that have always sounded like crazy-talk to me," said David doubtfully. "You're her editor - was there anything solid in this 'story', any evidence that somebody would kill her over it?"
"Maybe nothing that would stand up in court, but there was enough there that she believed her life was in danger. And she was right."
"Let's not argue about what we don't know," said David. "Instead, let's find out what really happened. Besides you and me, is there anyone else she might have talked to about whatever was going on?"
"Of all the people mixed up in this, there was one person she trusted - her main source. And he's gone missing since she died."
"Well, that sounds like a good place to start. What can you tell me about him?"
Carl hesitated, then reached down to his briefcase to his side and took out a thin folder. With a nervous look around the restaurant, he pushed it across the table to David.
"What is this?" asked David.
"He was a friend of hers from college who went to work for the NSA," said Carl.
David opened the folder. With a quick glance back at Carl, he began to read.
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The road was dark and steep, and David had to focus to keep his car from being blown to the side by the gusts of wind that swept across the mountain. He had followed Norton's trail for two months - two months of dead-ends, brushoffs, and friends who knew nothing, until he'd finally found Norton's connection to the cabin. Norton had been Lila's source, and he'd suddenly disappeared right after she died - he had to know something. However desperate or clever Norton was, David swore to himself he would catch him and find out what he knew.
Taking the turns just slow enough to stay on the road, David soon reached the dirt road that led to Norton's cabin. Lifting a trick from an old spy novel, he backed up into the road with his lights off - no one could see him, but he could get out in a hurry if he needed to. He stopped the car a few hundred yards from the cabin and walked slowly up the path to the cabin, carrying only two things in the inner pockets of his heavy jacket - a voice recorder, and a pistol. Mind sharp as the wind that whipped into him, David reached the cabin door. There was smoke curling up from the chimney and the glow of a fire inside. Hopefully that meant Norton was both present and at ease.
With a steady hand David rapped three times on the door. Heavy steps sounded from inside the cabin, the handle turned, and the door slowly opened.
"What do you want?" asked the gaunt, unshaven figure in the door. David rushed into Norton, pushing him backwards into the cabin. The door swung wide and the cold wind whipped into the cabin as Norton fell backward, eyes wide in shock and fear.
"Do you know what happened to Lila?" David demanded.
"Who are you?" His voice quivered.
"Answer me!" David growled.
Norton stared at David. "Before I answer, just tell me how you found me - and who else knows."
Suddenly the back of David's head was hit by a train, or at least that's what it felt like.
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He _________________ "The aim of literary ambition is to demonstrate one's greatness of soul."
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poke _________________ I now have three SGames! "Mist in a Cave" Chapter 5 is in the works
"The Freedom of Magic" Just got its THIRD chapter up!
Hope you all find the time to read them *goes off to look for an SG to read*
Note to self: The Elven Moon; Coin; SVI; Black Animals; Two Wolves; Angel Cat
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