Kessler suddenly veered into a parking lot of Texaco station and pulled over to the edge of the lot, near the air and water hoses.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“Checking my fluid levels,” he replied. “What else?”
I was scrambling to get things done on Monday morning. Namely, I was trying to figure out my lead for the boat cop story. Of course, there was the book project and sociological research of the sand bar left to do. But in the meantime, I still had to justify my ride-along with the boat [...]
“The only thing that separated the Williams family from any of the other families departing from the docks of Marina Del Mar, in Madisonville, Louisiana, on Sunday, was
their willingness to bring aboard a journalist for the day.”
This was a strange note I had scribbled to myself while I sat in my car, waiting for the [...]
I’d been trying for a month to hook up the ride-along through the sheriff office’s
public information guy, Glen. However, primarily due to other obligations on my behalf, I’d been unable to do this.
6-7-06
Douglas Brinkley:
So, today is inauguration day today for our buddy Ray Nagin. I wonder if you’ll be there in the audience at the Convention Center booing, or better yet, throwing Hieneken bottles at him. Somebody certainly should be. Or maybe one of those little kegs they make. I understand those things pack a pretty good [...]
Well folks, I did it.
I have completed the 2008 National Novel Writing Month 2008 Challenge. I wrote a 50,601-word novel, The Long Hunt, in a month; actually 18 days. But who’s counting?
Most of the time, it didn’t seem like work. And, most importantly, I’m pleased with the end result. I like the damned book. At [...]
The full moon seemed to radiate stronger than a burning sun and, along with a cloudless sky and seemingly endless canopy of stars, lit up the night on all sides, as Jesse and Rakov made their way to Mill Creek.
It was also a quiet night. There seemed to be no night time sounds, no crickets, [...]
They rode at a moderate trot. They had both followed the tracks, wolf tracks, out of town, but as Rakov had pointed out, they knew where Namid was going, so they stopped trying to see the tracks in the dark of night, and just made their way to Mill Creek.
Neither Jesse or Rakov said too [...]
Jesse and Rakov were still outside, looking for Namid’s footprints or a blood track and had not even made it out of Henderson, when they heard the gun shot.
Rakov was surprised and bristled when he heard the sound. Jesse, however, who was still unnerved by what they’d just witnessed, cringed with a start, nearly jumping. [...]
Jesse knew something was wrong before they even walked in. He didn’t know how, it was like a vague sensation of a light electric shock. The his foot crunched a pile of broken glass and he saw the window was busted out.
He tried to say something, get out some sort of warning, but Rakov had [...]
