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FF: WH13- The Past meets The Present Chapter 1“And, done.” Pete smiled as he held up the artifact filled static bag. He and Claudia had gone to Montana to pick up this particular artifact, a gold ring that made you think you were married to the first thing you saw after putting it on. There were just some things that didn't surprise him anymore. That and it was one of the less hectic snags that he had done. It really was just negotiating a price for it.FF: WH13- The Past meets The Present Chapter 1 by Shinobibatchi
Pete unlocked the car so the two could get on their way home. It was a long drive. That, and after a successful mission, Pete was hungry. Okay, Pete was always hungry. Steve was trying out a new recipe, but maybe he could convince Claudia to stop for tacos on the way back to South Dakota. Or before they left town.
“Hey Claud?” Pete turned to ask as he sat in the driver's seat of his black SUV. The red haired girl had been pretty quiet after receiving a text in the pawn shop. She w
COL-S1 Chapter 3: Supermarket Encounter“But, mom!” Rose Blackewater complained to her stepmother. She had just gotten home, and immediately her stepmother wanted her to go out again. She had wanted to get online and chat with her friends some more. Jennifer Black was telling her and Joan Rouge all about the rumors behind that Maria girl's disappearance. She had apparently lived near Jennifer.COL-S1 Chapter 3: Supermarket Encounter by Shinobibatchi
“No buts Missy.” Her stepmother growled. Rose really didn't get along much with her stepmother. Grace Felltall had married her father a year after the two met on one of the other islands. It wasn't the type of change that Rose truly wanted. “I need you to go to the store and pick up the things on this list.”
“Why can't Marsha do it?” Rose yelled.
“Because Marsha has tests that she needs to study for. She is a college student after all.” Grace continued. She slid the list across the counter at the brown haired g
COL-S1 Chapter 2: Fun at HomeAlicia flipped the business card in her hand as she walked out of the park. Monsieur Black was an interesting fellow, and Alicia picked up a slight British accent to his voice. She hoped that her Cajun accent hadn't thrown the poor detective's notes off. She shrugged it off for now as there really wasn't anything that she could do about that now. She needed to get home. There was a big project due soon for her film class.COL-S1 Chapter 2: Fun at Home by Shinobibatchi
Her eyes also trailed up to look at the clouds. She had heard news reports that a tropical storm was heading up towards Hawaii. She clenched her fist at the thought. Flashes of being caught in wind and rain filled her head. She took a deep breath and kept walking to her apartment.
She lived in the basement section of a two story town home, her roommates taking the upstairs bedrooms. Not that she minded. Her room was the easiest to get into if she had ever gotten locked out of the house.
COL-S1 Chapter 1: Small Island DissappearanceTo the southwest of Honolulu, Hawaii, was the little island of Kiwiohalo. A peaceful little island not even a days journey from the state capitol. Its only exceptional quality was that of the Kiwiohalo State University in the smaller of the islands two cities.COL-S1 Chapter 1: Small Island Dissappearance by Shinobibatchi
That quality of peace was what attracted a man like Benjamin Black to the island. Benjamin had worked as a detective in both New York, and London before taking this job for the Canoan Police Department. It was a welcome change after his wife had taken everything and left with their daughter. He was more than happy to start a new life as a small town detective.
His first case was that of a missing teenage girl. Maria Ceasar, was a middle schooler that was last seen, according to the reports gathered, walking home from school through the park that he and his new partner sat beside.
He looked over at his partner. Cassidy Smith sat with her hand on her cheek. Her deep grey eyes l