police story (3)

Rob was cruising along enjoying some Rolling Stones on his eight-track tape player when he heard a faint but familiar sound, coming from behind him. He lowered the volume and recognized the blaring of a police siren, getting louder as it headed his way. He followed protocol and pulled to the right lane, then slowed. A check of his rearview revealed the flashing lights, directly behind him now. He turned for a quick look and noticed a small, black foreign car blurring past him at a ridiculously high speed, followed by another blur of color as the state police followed in hot pursuit. “Capcom, Capcom, this is Sigma. Copy?” Rob said into his radio. “We’ve got a high-speed pursuit in progress. State police are tracking a small, black sports sedan. Vehicles are westbound on I-80, just past Mile Marker 42. I am going to assist. Copy?” “We copy that, Sigma. We just received word that the troopers are in pursuit of drug suspects. Be advised, they may be armed. Backup is on the way.”
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Butterfly Lake

Hello and Happy New Year to all!  My new story, another thriller with a twist,(Butterfly Lake} it's at the editor and getting polished up. It will be on Amazon shortly and ready for reviews. If anyone would like to take a peek, please feel free to let me know. Author's Site

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Published on 2020-01-06
 
 
Chapter 1   —   Updated Jan 06, 2020   —   1,932 characters
 
Rob pulled off of the interstate and continued on the road leading to the town of Pinecrest, Pennsylvania. Pinecrest was a quiet place for the most part, but when the busy summer and ski seasons come around, the population at least doubles. Rob drove past the hospital and police station then stopped at the GetGo store to gas up the mustang and grab a coffee to go. He continued on and thought to himself, little Robby caught his first fish here, sure had us some good times up on the lake. Rob eventually made a right turn and headed past the old general store and up the winding road to Butterfly Lake.

With the last of the long hills behind him, Rob pulled into the driveway and hit the brakes in a hurry. In front of the car, a covey of doves flushed up into the pines, and a pair of bushy-tailed gray squirrels stood watching before scurrying out of harm’s way. Rob continued on, parked the car, and then took a deep, rejuvenating breath of the cool, fresh mountain air. He opened the trunk and looked at the family cabin with a smile on his face.

The old cedar-wood structure wasn’t much, but it had good bones, the kind one could get used to. Inside, there was a cozy stone fireplace and a loft with two bedrooms. The wooden-plank kitchen table bore the dings and scratches of times gone by, and it was awaiting more.
One step out the back door carried visitors into another world. The cabin sat on a plot of land at the edge of an ancient forest, full of pine, oak, and hemlocks. A stone’s throw away was the natural spring-fed waters of Butterfly Lake, its ripples glimmering with flickers of reflected golden sunlight. A narrow, worn trail winds its way through a copse of trees and down to a small boat dock at the water’s edge.
Rob inhaled the crisp cool air once more, then resumed preparing the cabin for his best friend Tex and his family. He hoped it would be a relaxing, reinvigorating vacation
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My Life For Her (enhanced edition)

Rob, meanwhile, loved to stroll along the sand dunes with Beth Anne, especially when they made their way to their own little spot, their own private picnic paradise on the beach. This year, though, there were no sandy strolls. This year, it was all about getting back to normal after the emotional rollercoaster, the nightmare the family had experienced. It was a nice warm late summer day, Rob tried to put it all in perspective, tried to think about the good things in his life. As the doctor wisely advised, he needed to “put the past to bed.” The sky was clear blue, with a few puffy, white clouds floating by in the light breeze. What a simple pleasure it was for him to hear the birds chirping and to watch the squirrels nibble acorns while they scurried around the big oak trees. Some of the summer flowers were still in bloom, and the earthy smell of fresh-cut grass wafted through the air. The warm sunshine felt good as Rob reflected on his life since he left the U.S. Army and bought the M
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