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Wow it's been a while. I have been busy. What's happened since I last posted? I moved home (4 times), changed jobs (3 times), moved to another country, got writers block, lost a bunch work on this story due to changing to a different hard drive... but here we go!
Disclaimer: All names, places, people, ideas herein are 100% fictional. But you already knew that. Not really any lewd content in this chapter, but the story makes some progress.
Chapter 11
A siren pealed through the night, cutting off abruptly, as a fourth police car all but squealed to a halt off a slight bend along Rigby Road. There was an ambulance too, though things seemed a bit unhurried with the paramedics. Three of them stood in a circle talking softly, as the police drew up yellow tape, cordoning off part of the road. A stunned truck driver sat on the bank staring blankly, as a policeman stood nearby, holding a notepad and taking notes. Another walked up, muttered something to the other, who shook his head, and then moved closer to the truck driver, demanding something a bit louder. The driver gestured down the road, then pointed toward the paramedics. It was a dark evening, and growing darker, but the pool of blood on the gravelly tar was clearly visible, and everyone nearby was side-stepping it.
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Mrs Gia Sharinotte dialed a client, tapping her long nail sporadically on the softwood, browsing her online business' website. She liked to let the phone ring about 12 times. Less, and she might as well not be trying, more, and well... it could be considered rude or persistent if her client was in the middle of something. She hung up after 14 rings. She stood up, leaving the phone lying on her desk. She went to the bathroom, it was a nice day, perhaps she could get some washing on. She needed a distraction, something was bothering her. She grabbed some clothing tossed carelessly on the floor, and heaped it into a nearby washing basket, then went the short distance to Julia's room. She knocked softly, waited a bit, then knocked more loudly. Odd, Julia was normally up early. She turned to leave, then had a second thought, and opened the bedroom door. The room was dark, the curtains mostly drawn, the bed partially made - and empty, a few school books scattered on the desk, and a stray blouse over the back of a chair. She left the blouse, Julia was probably planning on wearing it still, but the pair of socks on the floor - those went into the wash. She frowned, closing the door softly behind her. Julia must have gone out early. She was a fairly independent girl, so Mrs Sharinotte was not overly worried. She went off to do the washing, putting it out of mind for the time being.
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Saturday morning passed, Sandy felt like a complete and utter laze, finally getting out of bed at 10:30, when an annoying neighbor started his lawn mower. She grabbed breakfast, headphones and her lapto
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