Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
“I think I know who that woman might be,” said a voice from the staircase. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 36”
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Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
“I think I know who that woman might be,” said a voice from the staircase. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 36”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Oceanside, California
Deep into the thicket of the Saratoga Hills frogs and crickets sang in harmony by the creek. The soft glow from the remaining embers in the fireplace of Robin’s home created shadows all around the living room. Haley, Jeanne, and Krista had fallen asleep exhausted upstairs in their shared bedroom. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 35”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, San Diego County, California
Alone, after her nephew, Eric, and his friend, Fire Chief Greg Mullins, had gone back to work, Robin stood by the television rubbing her forehead and twisting the channel selector one way, and then the other. “That’s the same stuff you told me this morning,” said Robin to no one but the television. “Well at least there have been no new murders by the Serial Killer,” she added. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 34”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
“Your girlfriend, she’s a beaut, eh?” asked the cab driver.
“That’s right. All 5’2″, with blonde curls, and eyes of blue,” boasted Steele.
“Well, any guy with a beautiful girl waiting for him is a lucky guy,” said the cabbie as he unknowingly drove the Serial Killer from his latest murder scene. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 33”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
The music of laughter, toasts, and clinking glasses floated out the open windows of Alioto’s upstairs dining room. Mario Barla, the manager of the world renown seafood restaurant, stood in a dark corner of the room observing his well dressed guests, seated at candle lit tables. One of Mario’s great pleasures is to be credited for the excellent service offered his guests, and so each evening, he also watches with the vastness of an eagle’s eye, his staff as they wait on their patrons. The first unusual event of the evening had been the quick departure of the guests from the center table. The group that he suspected to be FBI Agents had order aperitifs. All seemed well as they enjoyed their drinks until a quick moving rumor floating from newcomers coming up the stairs reached their ears. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 32”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
George made two right turns and found Mattie, Jeanne, and Krista waiting for them in front of the Wooden Horse Toy Store, Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 31”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
By the light offered by the lamp posts Steele moved with stealth into the crowd gathered at the head of the cable car. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 30”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
Stetson fired his gun and the sound of it echoed across the park. If anyone had heard or spotted the tiny flash, it would have been hard to see the two men fighting at the far end of the pier as they were on the dead end side of the round house. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 29”
Copyright 2015 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
Since his childhood, Steele had always thought that he and the darkness were one. In the darkness, away from the temptations of the women he found inadequate, he found comfort. The darkness served as a theater to visualize and relive his pleasurable memories and adventures. In the dark places of his mind, it served as a place to regenerate another murderous event. The darkness was Steele’s personal think-tank. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 28”
Copyright 2014 MillieAnne Lowe, Orange County, California
“To us!” said Steele. He clinked his glass hard against Stetson’s. They finished their drinks and ordered another round. Continue reading “The Serial Killer of Bush Street Part 26”