Thriller Thursday 11 30
Hey it’s Chris,
A little something for you to end the month.
Then, keep reading at the end for even more.
The night was draped in shadows as Kate Mitchell pushed open the creaky door of her makeshift office. The neon sign flickered above, casting a dim glow on the worn-out desk cluttered with case files and half-empty coffee cups. The air was thick with the scent of desperation, a scent Kate knew all too well.
She had traded her detective badge for a private investigator’s license just a week ago. A fresh start in a city that chewed up dreams and spat out broken souls. Her phone buzzed on the desk, interrupting the silence.
“Kate Mitchell, Private Investigator. How can I help?” she answered, her voice a mix of determination and weariness.
“Kate, it’s Eddie Barnes,” a gravelly voice crackled through the line. Eddie Barnes, the local bail bondsman known for calling in favors. “I’ve got a skip trace for you. Interested?”
Kate leaned back in her chair, fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. “Always interested, Eddie. Give me the details.”
“Alice Turner. Jumped bail on assault charges. Last seen downtown. I need her back, Kate, and fast.”