The Plot Thickens

Hello friends!  Here is another installment in the short story I am writing as you read this blog.  Please note that there may be grammatical and formatting errors because what you are being privileged to read is indeed the first draft.  There has been no editing done at this time.  However, I will continue developing this story and when it is finished the entire work will be edited and published as a new novel.  Hopefully, I can count on some of you to give me feedback as I go and maybe some positive comments that I can use to help promote the book when it is published.   So, without further adieu, please enjoy this new installment. :)





The Diet Cola Killer              (working title)


Chapter Three




The Wallop County Coroner was already on the scene along with several officers of the county Sheriffs office when he arrived.  Detective Noah Jacobs was the homicide detective that was assigned to investigate the murder of Ima Rawlings.  Walking to the  location of the body he stopped to let the coroner know he was there and to see if he'd discovered anything that would be useful to his investigation.


Dr. Hensley was kneeling beside the body.  "It seems that our assailant had no weapon.  The only indication of a struggle are these bruises around the neck. This was very vicious, Noah" said the doctor.  He called officer Jacobs by his first name because they have been friends and co-workers for many years.  Noah looked over the crime scene.  He had noticed a plate that was shattered on the floor and the cookies strewn about.  A glass of of what appeared to be a water and tea mixture was sitting on the night stand.  It was only half full.  Someone had drank from the glass and left his finger prints and DNA.  Officer Jacobs carefully placed his handkerchief over his left hand and picked up the glass.  He placed it, with its remaining contents in a zip-lock bag and marked it as evidence.  


While looking over the body, he noticed that the bed covers were in disarray.  "It appears that the struggle began near the front door and finished in the bedroom."  "Yes" replied the doctor. "But she wasn't murdered here on the floor.  She was dead before she ever got here."  Noah stood quiet for a moment, contemplating what probably happened.  "So our perp killed her in the living room and carried her body in here."  The doctor looked deeply in his eyes and replied "It's not that simple Noah.  There are no marks on the body to indicate that she had been lifted.  Our killer must have strangled her while standing, possibly so that he could see the life leave her while face to face.  I surmise that once he was satisfied of her death he continued to lift her by the throat, carried her in here and dumped  the body here on the bed and it then slid off the bed to the floor.  This was a very gruesome killing, Noah."  


Detective Jacobs looked about the room with a steel jaw.  He was determined to find this killer, no matter what he had to do.

Another Day.....Another Chapter

Howdy again everyone!  I trust everyone is doing well.  Today I am feeling a little sluggish but not so much that I can't use my brain a little.  It is partly cloudy in Denver today and we are getting more sunlight that we've enjoyed the past few days.  Right now the temperature is a nice and balmy 41°.  The forecast is for more snow in the mountains with just a little chance of it in the city.  So if you are a skier or snowboarder this is definitely a good time to head into the mountains.


Okay, let's see where my mind takes this story.  Here is another installment.  Feel free to comment. I am always interested in what you have to say.





The Diet Cola Killer               (working title)


by Joel Wilson


Chapter 2




The time was after 6 pm when Leroy had completed his rounds for the day.  On his way home he stopped at a small diner called Sunny Side Up.  Chicken fried steak was a favorite of Leroy's and this place served the best in town.  


As he dined alone in his booth, he could overhear the argument that was emanating from the booth behind him.  A young couple were having a blowup because the man had slept with another woman.  His young wife was distraught and crying inexhaustibly as the father of her 3 year old son told her that he was leaving her for this other woman.  The young man stood. glanced down at his son and left, leaving her with the tab. 


Leroy got a good look at him as he passed his table and watched him closely while the man left the diner, taking note that he was driving late model Chevy Silverado.  Leroy took his last bite and wiped his mouth with his napkin.  As he stood, he stopped momentarily and looked into the booth where the discarded mother and child were sitting, crying.  Stepping to their table he said to the young mother, "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing.  Please let me pay for this."  He pulled  forty dollars from his billfold and laid it on the table with the check.  "How are you getting home?" he asked.  The mother, sobbing, shook her head as if to say that she didn't know.  Leroy dialed her a cab with his cell phone and it arrived quickly.  As she stood she thanked him for his generosity.  "Do you have cab fare?" he asked her and she replied that she did not. Leroy gently took her hand and placed another forty dollars there.  She hugged him and again thanked him for being so kind and got into the cab.  Leroy watched as the cab entered into traffic and sped away.  


When Leroy arrived at home he bathed and sat to watch the news on the TV.  The lead story caught his attention because there had been another murder.  Again, it was someone he had seen that day.  He remembered the cookies and tea that Ima has given him and thought that she was such a nice lady and why would anyone want to hurt her?  But someone had hurt her.  The reporter said that it appeared that she had been strangled and police were still searching for clues.