A trip to San Antonio for the Texas Music Educator's Association conference as part of my work for the Glenn Korff School of Music at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln gave me an idea for the followup novel to Rebel Roads.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Chapters
1
He waited, he planned.
As he sat by the monument, his view clear. Please no traffic, he thought. He needed to be fast.
Here comes his car, a black BMW, yes it’s his. He pulled up like he always does, backing in like assholes do. First spot to the right, near the pay as you go.
He’s mine, he’s done.
He climbed out of his car. I sauntered over, nothing but a knife holstered in my pocket.
He made his way to the self-pay station. I was closer to him, now past his car, the only car in the lot. He made it to the pay station. No one in the lot except me and him. He didn’t hear me at all as I edged closer. I pulled out the knife and slammed it into the back of his head, bashing his head into the pay system and knocking him out cold! I grabbed him by his shirt by the neck and drug him across the parking lot, past the one-way sign, across the street and to the dead center of the park.
That’s where they found him. His insides torn out. Stabbed repeatedly.
A scumbag, a hustler, a banker, a boyfriend -- Joe Alameda.
He waited, he planned.
As he sat by the monument, his view clear. Please no traffic, he thought. He needed to be fast.
Here comes his car, a black BMW, yes it’s his. He pulled up like he always does, backing in like assholes do. First spot to the right, near the pay as you go.
He’s mine, he’s done.
He climbed out of his car. I sauntered over, nothing but a knife holstered in my pocket.
He made his way to the self-pay station. I was closer to him, now past his car, the only car in the lot. He made it to the pay station. No one in the lot except me and him. He didn’t hear me at all as I edged closer. I pulled out the knife and slammed it into the back of his head, bashing his head into the pay system and knocking him out cold! I grabbed him by his shirt by the neck and drug him across the parking lot, past the one-way sign, across the street and to the dead center of the park.
That’s where they found him. His insides torn out. Stabbed repeatedly.
A scumbag, a hustler, a banker, a boyfriend -- Joe Alameda.
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