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Skeletons Without Halos 18
Not all Skeletons Want Halos
Wedding Bells Or Passing Bells?
Surprised? So was I. I was sure we’d heard the last of the dashing Chester and the beautiful Nicky, but it would seem their tale isn’t over quite yet. So settle in with a good cup of coffee and get ready for tonight’s tale of mayhem and mystery. Because their wedding night may be their last night in the land of the dead.
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Film Noir: Detour
Shots In The Dark
We hadn’t even settled in for our honeymoon night when the lights went out. I heard Chester draw his gun and cock it. “Stay here, Nicky.”
“We’re partners, remember, detective?” I asked and heard him snort. I drew my gun and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could make out his profile. There was a sharp scream from out in the woods and I jumped, almost tightening my finger on the trigger. I swore my heart was pounding as I watched Chester rise.
“Stay here, I won’t tell you twice.” Chester said. I wanted to argue, but he was swiftly to the door, then out into the night. At least we had the advantage of sharing the darkness with whoever was outside, but as I counted off the seconds Chester was gone, I heard the same chilling laughter I’d heard in the stairwell.
There was the roar of a gun, then silence. Dreadful silence. No scream to indicate he’d hit his target. Unless, of course, Chester had been the one shot. My heart iced over and tears pricked my eyes. Skeletons are fairly hard to kill, but a big enough caliber in the right place and I’d be a widow.
I wanted to run out into the night and avenge him, but I knew better. I hunkered down near the front window, hopefully far enough back that I couldn’t be seen. I could see fog had rolled in with the darkness and thought I heard shuffling coming closer, then silence. I swore I felt my heart pounding and then I nearly screamed as a scratching sound came from the window. A skull pressed itself onto the glass and I fired.
There was the sound of shattering glass and a scream, then running and thrashing fading into the distance as our attacker got away. I ran outside only to hear heavy feet pounding towards me and whirled, but it was Clarence with a shotgun. “Boss! What’s going on?”
“Vicky must have escaped. Nice of no one to notify us.” I said grimly.
Dark City: The Lost World of Film Noir
Get Caught Up On The First Five Chapters
- Skeletons Without Halos
You'd think if you ended up in the land of the dead life would be all sunshine and roses. Ha! Just because they are dead don't mean the skeleton residents are saints and Nicky's number may just be up.
- Skeletons Without Halos 2
Can our lady detectives survive their latest predicament? Or will lead showers be in the forecast? Read on to find out!
- Skeletons Without Halos 3
As things heat up for the detectives they find themselves in a bit of a bind. Help comes from an unlikely place, but is it a set up to get our beautiful Nicky alone? Read on to find out!
- Skeletons Without Halos 4
Well, well. Looks like our Nicky can't decide between an old flame and a new one. And you know what they say about playing with fire. Looks like our lady detective is about to get burned.
- Skeletons Without Halos 5
Our lady detectives are back! What? You thought it was curtains for Nicky? That dame's got more lives than the proverbial cat. Of course there is always more than one way to skin a cat.
Skeletons Without Halos
Clarence wanted to come with me, but I shook my head. “If she got Chessie, this is not looking good. Get the wife and kids and get out of here.”
“But, Boss!” He protested, clearly hurt.
“Clarence, there’s every chance she could see them as a threat. I’d never forgive myself if anyone else got hurt. Please, get them to safety.” He nodded grimly, then was sprinting back towards his cabin.
I went back inside, deciding to risk a flashlight. If I could get the generator going, I’d have floodlights on my side, or I hoped I would. I hadn’t noticed any when we’d arrived, but there had to be some for my sake. I found a flashlight and sidled back outside, and got to the generator. I set my gun down so I could poke around. I wasn’t an expert, but from the the damage I could make out, the generator was a loss. I heard a gun click behind me and froze.
Murder On The Mind: The Jeff Resnick Mysteries
Chapters Six To Ten
- Skeletons Without Halos 6
There are certain things that don't mix with being a detective. Working for a crime boss is one of them. Have our detectives reached the end of the line, or will they be good dames in a bad town?
- Skeletons Without Halos 7
Seven chapters in and we still don't know who wants Nicky dead. They say follow the money, but that isn't all there is in this world some people find worth killing for.
- Skeletons Without Halos 8
Every story much reach its end. We are born, we die, and with some like our Nicky, we may very well die again. Has our lucky lady finally lived out all nine lives? You'll have to read on to find out.
- Skeletons Without Halos 9
Sometimes things happen in this life we don't understand because there are players behind the scenes we are unaware of. Nicky knew one of those players, but was that enough to save our fair detective?
- Skeletons Without Halos 10
For ten chapters Nicky has grown on us. First as a detective and now as Chester's partner in crime. But just as seasons change and the leaves fall, so do good men. Especially in the land of the dead.
Who Is That Skeleton?
The Kiss Of Death
For a minute there was silence, then a gun poked me in the back of the head. “Start walking. Did he hurt you?”
“No. Nice of you to save me, Vicky.” I said as we started walking back out of the woods and towards the road, the fog swirling around us. The flahslight proved useless so I shut it off and we crawled along at a snail’s pace with only the moon to guide us through the foggy night. I just prayed Clarence and his family had escaped.
“I know he tricked you into marrying him. But it’s all right, I’m here now. Stop.” Vicky said and she turned me around, then was kissing me. I gave in, desperate to convince her I loved her. I intensified the kiss, trying to distract her from the figure I’d seen dart across the path behind her.
“Vicky.” I breathed. “I love you so much, Vicky.” I told her. We parted and her face was lit with happiness for about a second before a shovel caught her in the back of the neck and her head sailed past my shoulder. The rest of her collapsed and I looked at Chester in shock.
“At least she died happy.” He said cheerfully.
Always The, Always Protective
A Sadness Settles In
“You are one scary mob boss.” I manage as Chester bent down to pick up Vicky’s skull.
“You do realize this is what I do for a living, right?” He teased and we both laughed. “Well, we can have her buried beside Cynthia. Cynthia truly loved her, and maybe in the great beyond they can reconnect.” He handed me her skull and then propped the shovel against a tree and gently and reverently gathered up Vicky’s bones and clothes in his suit jacket.
We carried her back to the cottage, and after lighting some candles and oil lamps, gathered her bones in a blanket and wrapped her up gently. Tears pricked my eyes and Chessie rubbed my shoulders soothingly. “It’s OK to cry. You loved her in your own way. And who knows, maybe in some alternate universe you two are together and happily married.”
I turned and buried my head in his shoulder and he held me as I shook and wept. “Sorry.” I sniffled as I pulled back.
“Don’t you dare be sorry for loving her.” He said firmly. “I saw the interaction between you two. You cared about Victoria, you loved her. And that is nothing to be ashamed of.” He went on more gently. “I have some calls to make. I want to know who got her out here and how no one told us she’d escaped.”
I nodded and stared at the still, blanketed form. I had loved Vicky. I’d even thought I‘d been in love with her, but not the way she’d needed and I hoped that in the great beyond she’d find that love with Cynthia.
Chapters Eleven To Fifteen
- Skeletons Without Halos 11
Even in the land of the dead a body can pass into the great beyond. With Chester gone will his empire crumble or will Nicky get a miracle?
- Skeletons Without Halos 12
In the land of the dead, even skeletons can go to the great beyond. And sometimes, just sometimes, they come back. Does that mean trouble ahead for our Nicky?
- Skeletons Without Halos 13
Sometimes bad things happen to good people. When Nicky sees something wrong, she tends to fix it, but what about the types of things some folks ignore? Will our girl have the wits to combat abuse?
- Skeletons Without Halos 14
We all have a past, and it isn't always a happy one. As Chester takes the lead one more time he reveals his past and his hopes for the future. But is Nicky the gal to make them all come true?
- Skeletons Without Halos 15
Weddings can be a highlight of anyone's unlife. And as the date draws ever closer, the couple become the recipients of early gifts from well-wishers. But will one of those early gifts prove deadly?
With The Dawn, Answers
A quick search the next morning proved what I’d thought of during the night. We’d brought Vicky out all by ourselves. She’d hidden in the trunk of the limo, squeezing herself under the carpeting and into the wheel well. She’d been with us the whole time and I hoped for her sake she hadn’t endured hearing Chessie and I cooing at one another. “You still want to stay?” He asked from beside me.
“Of course. I’m not giving up our honeymoon because of this. The police will be out for her and then we can get back to where we left off. Like scolding our men when they don’t listen.” I said mildly and Clarence, standing with us, hung his head.
“I’m not angry. It was brave of you and your family to want to stay and fight.” I said.
“Gee, thanks, Boss. We couldn’t just go off and abandon you. We’ll handle the police, OK?” I nodded and Chessie and I went inside.
“They’ll still want to talk to us, you know.” Chessie said as he saw to coffee. The generator had been fixed, so at least we had some comfort before the police arrived. I accepted a steaming mug, not looking forward to their visit.
“I know.” I said, but when they did question us, it was surprisingly brief. They believed us about the attack and left us to our honeymoon as they gathered evidence to support our story.
I was shaken up, I guess I’d never realized how fragile skeletons were, but at least Chester had escaped harm and for that I was truly grateful. “I was so scared I was going to loose you.” I said, going to Chessie and he took me in his arms and kissed me gently.
I closed my eyes, trying not to think about how feverishly Victoria had kissed me the night before. Chessie seemed to sense my hesitation and pulled back to touch my face gently. “It’s OK. I love you, I will never ever hurt you. Ever.”
“I know. How about when the police leave we go fishing?” I asked and he brightened.
“That, my dear, is a wonderful idea.” He said. And so we did.
Read The Latest Chapters?
- Skeletons Without Halos 16
Love comes into all of our lives. And in many cases it is a blessing. But when an obsessive love is unrequited the results can be deadly. Is Nicky about to take her final bow?
- Skeletons Without Halos 17
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Chester and Nicky, sure to be the social event of the season and the biggest wedding the land of the dead has ever seen.
- Skeletons Without Halos 18
Chester and Nicky are looking forward to their wedding night, but so is someone else. Will it be their first night of wedded bliss, or their last night in the land of the dead? Read on to find out!
- Skeletons Without Halos 19
For eighteen chapters Nicky's been a good girl, more or less. But will her after wedding revelations mean an end to wedded bliss?
Fishing For Tranquility
Chessie seemed relaxed with the excitement over and soon we both had our baited lines in the water. In a seemingly short while Chessie's bobbin disappeared and he was fighting something powerful.
I put down my pole and got the net as he struggled with his catch, whistling as a mighty trout leapt out of the water. Chessie steadily reeled him in and the fish was furious at being caught. Chessie unhooked him and the fish snapped at him in utter defiance. “He’s got spunk.” Chessie said.
“He does.” I said. And without another word we set the magnificent fish free. He was off like a shot, clearly none the worse for wear. “Well, we still have the gift basket. Think I saw smoked salmon in it.” I said brightly and Chessie grinned in reply.
“Now you’re speaking my language.” He agreed, then was escorting me back to the cottage. Chessie stopped me at the door, then leaned in to kiss me gently. “Thanks for coming out for me last night.” He said softly. “Never thought I’d have someone love me that much. Thank you.” I kissed him in reply then we headed in for our supper, content just to be together.
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That Was Some Wedding Night!
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