I’m standing in the dark because this is embalming room number two at Butterfield Funeral Home and Crematory and if I turn on the light, what I will see is Mr. Frank Absom in all his glory laid out on table one. On table two, depending on who you believe, a Deputy U.S. Marshal who died in the line of duty or a dirty cop who got caught up in a gambling ring in the heart of Peoria, IL. He’s naked as the day he was born and since I almost went out on a date with him, I’d rather not see him in that condition.
The only person I’ve confided in since Deputy US Marshal Fraser turned up dead, the only person who has seen me naked in almost a year, the only person I’ve wanted to see me naked in over a year, and the person who carries a badge and a big gun is also the only person who knew where I was headed
We sat in my office, whispering and conspiring about the task ahead. He was close enough I could smell him and whatever he was wearing was intoxicating. I asked Deputy Fraser why in the world he would enlist my help, even while thinking I would be the best damn Girl Friday he’d ever seen if he’d just keep smiling at me with those deep blue eyes.
… coming soon
I’ve been having difficulty putting Paris into words, which is why the delay in my promised posts. I think I just feel that everything that can be said about the City of Lights has already been said. But I’ll give it a shot. Paris was beautiful and I enjoyed every moment of it. The people…
Run Aground is completed. Will be updating the website with more news soon.
Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that’s what makes it so boring.