Sunday, April 14, 2013

The search for Damien Crenshaw's attacker begins, On Concrete Shelves....

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Read An Excerpt Here:

Once she was sure the pair of headlights belonged to her rescuer, the petite brunette sprung out of the car and made her way towards his tow truck. It was bad enough that her parents sent her here to Stone Creek to stay with her aunt, but then getting stuck in the middle of nowhere...

“It’s ‘bout damn time ya show’d up!” She barked in a deep southern drawl as she reached the truck. Her arms, long and dainty rested upon her hips. “Your boss said ya’ll were a fast truck service! Ya’ll should really think ‘bout droppin’ the word fast!”

The woman stood there clad in an oversized sweater that she had decided to throw on about an hour ago when the frost began to sink in. Her jean skirt covered a set of black tights that covered two thin, freezing, legs. Her outfit topped off with dark brown cowboy boots, which were more of a fashion statement than any use to her. It was the cold that pissed her off the most. This wasn’t weather she were used to and it shown through her demeanor.

She watched as the man got out of the car with a sloppy grin across his face like he had knew something that she didn’t and it bothered her. She slouched a bit and then opened her mouth to ask, “What’s so darn funny, anyhow?”

“I work on the other side of town,” the man spoke, his words etched with years of experience dealing with woman such as herself, it was enough to keep her silent, “I work on the south side of ‘Now Town’ to be precise. You called me to come fix a flat tire all the way on the north side of ‘Sage Gardens’... I couldn’t get here any faster if there was a pit of gold in your stomach.”

The woman arched an eyebrow. “I’ve got no idea what you’re talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Not from here, are we?” He asked.

“Do I look like I am?” She shook her locks of brown hair as she gestured with her hands. After a twirl around she returned her scowl in his direction. “I ain’t got a clue what you’re talking about and from what I knew this whole damned place was called Stone Creek! Not no damned ‘Now Gardens’”

“‘Sage Gardens’ and ‘Now Town’, to be pre-”

“Precise,” She finished.