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The Comeback of Alarick Chp 7 - Colder Than The Slab
Aria’s rigid stance crumpled the moment they heard the front door open and closed. She lowered herself slowly back to the couch. “That is one downright rotten man. Lordy. I have never seen such an unfeeling fellow before. I was about to come run him off myself if you didn’t enter, Seargent” Jordan turned back toward the door that led to the kitchen and he saw Aria’s grandfather standing there with a fireplace poker in his hand. Jordan had no idea what the older man had intended to do with Bruce but he knew that it wouldn’t have ended well for the bastard, he almost wished he had come a bit later so he could see the old man wielding the iron on the baby faced bastard preferably on his face but as that could have earned the old man charges for assault on a police officer, he thought that it was a good thing he had come earlier after all. He wondered briefly how early Lance had woken up just so he could come over for his psycho display. “Grandpa” Jordan called and Aria jolted out of h
The Comeback of Alarick Chp 8 - Uncouth Mouth
“Your temper would be your undoing,” Lance said as he got up from the floor with as much dignity as he could muster, which was not much of anything as his chin was smeared with the blood he wiped from his mouth earlier and he had a fresh bruise coming up. “One more sick word from your uncouth mouth and you would see just how much damage my temper could be to you even before it became my undoing, which would not be your call anyway” Yeah. it irked Lance that it was not his call, at least not when they wanted the arrogant bastard. He would like to be around when he finally did himself in though. Oh yes, he would love to see him suffer and beg. He looked around furtively and raised his hand as if he wanted to snatch a fly in the air. That was the signal he had given the dickhead to leave the surrounding, he had no idea if he had seen him but he was not about to let Jordan find out. Jordan narrowed his eyes when he saw the suspicious way the inspector raised his hand and his hand instan
The Comeback of Alarick Chp 9 - Not One Bit
“Seargent Alarick, on what ground would you justify your assault on a senior officer?” ASP Dexter turned from the window to Alarick who was standing at attention in front of his desk. Dexter was not fooled by the laid-back stance of the office though, he knew he was brimming with anger especially after he had shown him the evidence of the assault that Dickson had given to him earlier as if the sickly bruise colour on his face was not an evidence enough. Dexter had never liked the weak-faced inspector but what could he do when he had received orders? He had to do it. Especially when that order had been laced with a thinly veiled threat? The Baleria Police Department had become something he had never dreamt of when he was still dreaming of becoming one of the good people that brought bad people to book. Times were gone when the right had been right and the wrong nothing but wrong. With the way several powers had infiltrated the forces and government of Baleria these days, Dexter was
The Comeback of Alarick Chp 10 - Wouldn't Dare To Lie
Lance Dickson mopped off the sweats that beaded on his face and winced as he touched his cut lips. He couldn’t focus on the pain though as he knew that he would feel more than that or he wouldn’t even be able to feel anything again if he made the mistake of giving a wrong answer or making a wrong comment to the man who was speaking unhurriedly to him over the phone. He was just thinking of what he could have done differently about the situation that he found himself in at that moment. That bastard Jordan had proven stubborn to the end. What was he to do now? How was he supposed to know that he wouldn’t take the offer he had been preparing? After going to the ASP’s office to file his complaint with the ASP, not that he needed the man’s consent anyway but he had to go through the pretence of protocols anyway. He knew the man favoured Alarick but in the end, it didn’t matter. Lance had gone back to his office to wait for the moment when Alarick would come to his office to beg for lenie
The Comeback of Alarick Chp 11 - More Than A Cousin
Dec 2013 "Brechtefeld Kalani, president of the republic of Kiribati and the First Gentleman, Aaron Salaza sent their condolences to the governor of Baleria on the sudden demise of his family in a terrible accident. Her Excellency had deemed the incident as a national tragedy and there would be a day holiday to honour the dead and to commiserate with the governor for his tireless commitment to the country. The terrible incident happened yesterday, the 13th of Dec. 2013 when the plane that carried the family of the governor blasted amidst flight claiming the life of the executive family, their pilot and attendants. We at ACN networks gr….." Jordan switched off the television set in anger. On and on it went. He thought bitterly. Condolences will be sent. Sweet words will be spoken. Courageous speeches would be spouted. At the end of the day, nothing would be changed. Those bastards would walk free. They would get more cocky day by day believing that they are mightier than the gove
The Comeback of Alarick Chp 12 - Clean Home, Happy Home
Jordan didn’t have what he could call ‘friends’ not in Baleria. He was still in touch with friends from Rova but Rova was another case. He had acquaintances and contacts but that was the extent of it. He had tried the friend route once after he resigned and that was how he earned the badge of his puckered flesh close to where his heart was. Very close. He rubbed at it absently as he could still remember the pain like it was yesterday. “It is getting worse, Chi,” he said as his cousin squirted a generous amount of honey on the pancake he had met her eaten when he got home in a tiff. “You would figure something out,” she said with her mouth full “Many more like you would figure something out. You have started already. That is what you should focus on” she chewed her food “Aaaaand I might join you in your….” “Don’t even think about it” Jordan snapped. It had been an ongoing debate between them for a while. After she had wanted to come back with him to Baleria three years ago, he had
The Comeback of Alarick Chp 13 - What Firm?
Valencia Issachar looked at the man that stood on the threshold of the Victorian house, gaping at her like he had never seen a woman before. She looked down at the address on her phone. Oh yes, this was certainly the address. 16, Norksfold drive, Sanchusett, Baleria. She was not expecting it to be a home though, she had expected an office. When you get an ad for an assistant, of course, you expect to be received in an office by an actual business and not by a confused-looking man, standing on the threshold of what some would call a gothic-style home, gaping at you. She gave him a fleeting smile "Mr Alarick?" she tilted her head in question, her honey-coloured hair, waving gently as if asking a question of their own. Jordan berated himself for zoning out. Look at him, a Sherriff, well an ex-sheriff and a man of the badge; ex too, yet here he was staring at a woman as if he had never seen one before. Of course, he had seen his share of beautiful women, even Peonia had been beautifu
The Comeback of Alarick Chp 14 - Born Ready
Valencia’s misconception about her job due to the way she had been received the day before was dispersed within the first hour after she resumed work the next day. This time she was directed to the outbuilding a bit farther from the house. She wondered what the building was used for in the past but none of its former purposes could be seen in the current state the building now. It had been converted into a modern office. The three comprises three well-equipped rooms. “This one is mine” Jordan had told her that morning as he pointed to the largest and she could see that the office where he received her the night before was more of a backup office compared to this. One side of the room was adorned with rows and rows of walled shelves that were choked with books. Valencia could almost hear the antique oak shelves protesting under the weight of so many books. She wondered what anyone would need with that much book but then being a private investigator must involve searching for a lot of
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