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Thursday, September 9

In Media Res: Part 6 – Tightening the Noose

Morowitz ran. The spotlight danced behind him, unhindered by brush or bruises from the car crash. It was all he could do, huffing and puffing, to stay ahead of it. The dirt road, tightly enclosed by brush, led an incriminating trail back to the cabin.

The light lingered mercifully on the car crash and what was left of Jones' corpse. It bought Morowitz time to get back to the cabin.

Morowitz's thoughts raced around in circles. He was a caged animal, trapped. He couldn't fight his way out of this one. There was nowhere to go.

His sister laughed at him from the dining room. What the hell was that? more


posted by Michael Tresca at 7:00 AM

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