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#81: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 2:40 pm
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You

#82: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:48 pm
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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 night "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?

#83: Author: plausible_follicile, Location: India

Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 2:36 am
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Maybe

#84: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 10:35 am
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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 night "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.

#85: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 2:12 pm
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And

#86: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:38 pm
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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 night "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.

#87: Author: plausible_follicile, Location: India

Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 11:43 pm
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Let's

#88: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 2:46 pm
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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 night "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.

#89: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 2:47 pm
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Instead

#90: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 7:33 pm
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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 night "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.

#91: Author: Crunchyfrog,

Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 9:33 am
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Besides

#92: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 3:02 pm
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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 night "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?

#93: Author: plausible_follicile, Location: India

Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 8:45 am
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Of-course

#94: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 7:44 pm
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That's two words... No No

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 night "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.

#95: Author: plausible_follicile, Location: India

Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 4:38 am
—
And

#96: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 8:17 pm
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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 night "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.

#97: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 2:27 pm
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Well

#98: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 5:18 pm
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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 night "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.

#99: Author: plausible_follicile, Location: India

Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2013 7:24 pm
—
What

#100: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 2:44 pm
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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 night "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?

#101: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 2:59 pm
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Carl

#102: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 10:13 pm
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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 night "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.

#103: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 2:49 pm
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With

#104: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 9:59 pm
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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 night "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.

#105: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 6:04 pm
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What

#106: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 10:29 pm
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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 night "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.

#107: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:39 pm
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Looking for a word, any word...

#108: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 3:08 pm
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He

(Sorry, Key, I was giving someone else a chance to pick a word seeing as I'm mostly overlording this here topic XD)

#109: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2013 11:54 pm
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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 night "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.

#110: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 7:10 pm
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David

#111: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 10:31 am
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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 night "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.

#112: Author: plausible_follicile, Location: India

Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:16 am
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With

#113: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 9:32 pm
—
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 night "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.

#114: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 6:12 pm
—
The

#115: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 9:00 pm
—
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 night "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.

#116: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 3:18 pm
—
He

#117: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 10:01 pm
—
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 night "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.

#118: Author: plausible_follicile, Location: India

Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:55 am
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Norton

#119: Author: Key, Location: The Royal Palace

Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 4:58 pm
—
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.

#120: Author: Seraphi, Location: Penna, having a hot cup of tea

Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 5:26 pm
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However

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