909: July 29, 2015

Noah made slow progress along University Parkway. The street was quiet; only the summer school students were in session, and he was thankful for that. Every car that passed threw off his balance, and the smells of exhaust, hot tar, and faintly, manure, were assaulting his nose. He kept his mind off of losing what […]

909: July 28, 2015

Kate stared out the window while Dan obsessively checked his phone. Nothing from any of the major outlets. Nothing from the guy he’d put on Alex’s tail. There was just a whole lot of nothing right now, and that made Dan nervous. He could deal with stuff blowing up; handling crises was his specialty. The […]

909: July 27, 2015

Something was stabbing Noah in the forehead, just above the bridge of his nose. He opened his eyes, expecting to find a large knitting needle nestled into the front of his skull, but was instead met with a sliver of sunlight jabbing its way through the faded curtains and into his eyes. He screwed his […]

909: July 26, 2015

Jenna breathed a sigh of relief. She saw nothing unusual. There were a few recent spam emails, a newsletter from a sporting goods store, a forwarded joke from his aunt. Deanne and Natalie glanced at each other. Natalie cleared her throat. “What?” Jenna asked, turning around. “Check the trash folder,” Deanne said. Jenna didn’t want […]

909: July 25, 2015

“I can’t believe you just let him walk out,” Kate was pacing the room, one palm dramatically perched on her forehead. “Kate, you’re acting like I held the door open for him, gave him a hobo pack and a $20 bill and said, ‘Good luck, chum.’ I fell asleep. He left. What do you want […]

909: July 24, 2015

“You can’t reset it,” Deanne was saying over Jenna’s shoulder. “He’ll get an email notice his password has been reset. And if he sees it before you can delete it, you’re screwed.” “Okay,” Jenna said, “then what do you suggest?” “What was his password before?” Natalie asked. “It was ’65mustang,’” Jenna said. “He used to […]

909: July 22, 2015

The computer was on, staring at Jenna, daring her to do something, anything. She’d retreated to the office a few minutes after returning from their trespassing escapade, leaving Natalie on the couch watching TV. Natalie had looked up, followed Jenna’s progress out of room, then turned her attention back to the TV without saying a […]

909: July 21, 2015

There was nothing for Noah to do. His goal to find Natalie achieved, there was no need to sneak around any more, no reason to continue scheming and planning. All he had to do was deliver Jenna’s name and workplace (thank you Uncle Dave) to Dan, collect the money, and he was done. From his […]

909: July 20, 2015

“I heard this place was owned by the people who started McDonald’s,” Natalie said, grinning at Jenna. “You heard correctly,” Sheryl said, pausing in the living room and removing her reading glasses. They dangled from a chain at her collarbone. “So, Mr. McDonald lived here?” Jenna asked. “He did.” Sheryl said. “Richard McDonald bought it […]