You guys like a good read? Well, have I got one for you. The book is called Original Sin, by S.C. Lang. The best thing about Lang's novel is it stars me; Detective Dallas Holden.
A powerful and ultra-secret religious society called the Mission has great aspirations for the future of the planet. They wish to cleanse the world of all sin so mankind can live together in peace and harmony. To help eradicate the sin of adultery, the Mission sends an assassin, a woman code-named Brandy, to seek out and viciously “Purify” the unclean and impure married man using online adult chat rooms as her hunting ground.
With me so far? Good. Sounds interesting, huh?
Now to solve my first homicide case, I must enter the fascinating and highly seductive realm of online chatting. As the danger mounts, I find myself entangled in an intricate web of love, betrayal and power that inevitably leads to a showdown with a trusted ally, and the leader of the Mission - a showdown that not everyone will survive.
Now tell me you don't want to read that book. It's coming out very soon on i Universe Books. I, of course, will keep you posted to the exact date .
Until next time, this is Detective Dallas Holden signing off.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
A Good Day
Some days it really sucks being a cop. I don't think anybody would have any trouble believing that. But some days, days like today, it's the best damn job in the world.
I get a call from one of my snitches about a missing child case that has been open for about seven months now. Most of the guys have quietly given up hope that the kid, a 4 year-old girl, will ever be found; or if she is found, she won't be alive. I take the snitch's info down, but I didn't expect much to come from it. Still, you follow every lead, no matter how small it is, no matter how cold the case.
The snitch told me that he overheard an old "acquientince" of his bragging about how he was getting into the big-buck business of overseas child slavery. Said he had about a dozen "snot-faced brats" ready for transit in an old warehouse on the south-side. As procedure demands, I notified the agent in charge of the case, and my boss about the tip. A small unit made up of detectives and uniformed officers were rounded up for a little run to the south-side.
The first sign that something was wrong were the two windowless vans, each painted pure white with no markings on them whatsoever, idling in front of the open docking bay doors. Why would docking bay doors to an abandoned warehouse be open with two vehicles waiting outside.
We immediately kicked things into high gear. We pulled over and let the uniforms out so they could flank the warehouse from both sides. Next, we got on the horn and screamed for more back-up. it seemed we had no sooner put the radio down when three squad cars came screaming up behind us. We wasted no time. We parked two of the squads in front of the vans to block their exit, then we all drew our weapons and silently descended upon the warehouse.
We heard the kids wailing fifty paces from the door. I had snuck in through the open dock doors, along with two other cops. I saw the children right off the bat. They were sitting on the floor, hands bound together so that they formed a chain. Only one man was guarding them, and he was unarmed. On the far side of the children, lurking in the gloom, I spotted four more cops. I could tell they were good guys by the way they were moving.
It all happened in a blink of an eye.
Someone screamed "Freeze, police!" and then everyone with a drawn weapon emerged into the clearing where the kids were. The guy was so stunned and scared by the sight of so many people, and guns pointed at him, that he offered no resistance at all.
The kids were fine. Scared beyond shitless, mind you, but physically unharmed. It just doesn't get any better than this if you carry a badge.
I'm leaving out a lot of details because I can't give them to you. No names. Not of the kids, not of the man we took down, not of the officers involved. I couldn't tell you where everyone was placed, or how we each knew what was going on. It's against the rules. I'm sure you understand.
The parents of the children were all called, and I got to watch several very happy reunions take place.
This was a good day. No, this was a damn good day.
I gotta fill out my reports on the bust. For once I won't mind doing a paperwork.
Until next time, this is one very happy Detective Dallas Holden signing off.
I get a call from one of my snitches about a missing child case that has been open for about seven months now. Most of the guys have quietly given up hope that the kid, a 4 year-old girl, will ever be found; or if she is found, she won't be alive. I take the snitch's info down, but I didn't expect much to come from it. Still, you follow every lead, no matter how small it is, no matter how cold the case.
The snitch told me that he overheard an old "acquientince" of his bragging about how he was getting into the big-buck business of overseas child slavery. Said he had about a dozen "snot-faced brats" ready for transit in an old warehouse on the south-side. As procedure demands, I notified the agent in charge of the case, and my boss about the tip. A small unit made up of detectives and uniformed officers were rounded up for a little run to the south-side.
The first sign that something was wrong were the two windowless vans, each painted pure white with no markings on them whatsoever, idling in front of the open docking bay doors. Why would docking bay doors to an abandoned warehouse be open with two vehicles waiting outside.
We immediately kicked things into high gear. We pulled over and let the uniforms out so they could flank the warehouse from both sides. Next, we got on the horn and screamed for more back-up. it seemed we had no sooner put the radio down when three squad cars came screaming up behind us. We wasted no time. We parked two of the squads in front of the vans to block their exit, then we all drew our weapons and silently descended upon the warehouse.
We heard the kids wailing fifty paces from the door. I had snuck in through the open dock doors, along with two other cops. I saw the children right off the bat. They were sitting on the floor, hands bound together so that they formed a chain. Only one man was guarding them, and he was unarmed. On the far side of the children, lurking in the gloom, I spotted four more cops. I could tell they were good guys by the way they were moving.
It all happened in a blink of an eye.
Someone screamed "Freeze, police!" and then everyone with a drawn weapon emerged into the clearing where the kids were. The guy was so stunned and scared by the sight of so many people, and guns pointed at him, that he offered no resistance at all.
The kids were fine. Scared beyond shitless, mind you, but physically unharmed. It just doesn't get any better than this if you carry a badge.
I'm leaving out a lot of details because I can't give them to you. No names. Not of the kids, not of the man we took down, not of the officers involved. I couldn't tell you where everyone was placed, or how we each knew what was going on. It's against the rules. I'm sure you understand.
The parents of the children were all called, and I got to watch several very happy reunions take place.
This was a good day. No, this was a damn good day.
I gotta fill out my reports on the bust. For once I won't mind doing a paperwork.
Until next time, this is one very happy Detective Dallas Holden signing off.
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