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And senior year is about to hit full stride...

Brother Mathias is the evil he would purport to inveigh against...a true snake in the weeds...And Clothilde Chênier isn't any better in her misguided faith....a bitter, envious, washed up, dried out, hag.... Don Rafael looked a little embarrassed by the public attention to his health, but also visibly relieved that his ailment was finally being seriously acknowledged. He had tried to ignore it, but… Mathias’s lips thinned almost imperceptibly, his attempt to cast Amélie in a suspicious light deflected by the Governor’s prior, albeit vague, observations. He had to let it go for now. As the Governor and his party were taking their leave of the Noirs, Brother Mathias inclined his head stiffly towards Etienne and Amélie, a bland mask settling over his features. “May your endeavors be blessed,” he murmured, his voice just loud enough for them to hear, “if they are indeed righteous.” He then turned pointedly to join Clothilde Chênier, who had been watching the entire exchange with a hawk-like, almost febrile intensity from the edge of the street, never setting foot on the lot. “May I accompany you home, Madame? These are dangerous times for a lady of faith.”

Come on, Dorjin...Indeed...Come on Tigath!!!!! Use your heads folks!!! Think!!!!

Red Herring's Incoming....dive...dive...dive... "Do you know there was a girl with Joey the night he died?" I called out. He turned sharply on his heel and crossed back to me, coming much closer than before, until he was looming over me. "What did you say?" "It was a girl, with Joey, right before he died. They were arguing—" "How do you know that?" "Robbie told me last night when I called. You mean the junior detectives found something out the big bad policemen didn't know?" "Listen, kid," he growled, poking a sausage finger into my chest, "I've tried to be nice up to now, but you're really pushing it. You're goddamn lucky I'm not bringing you up on obstruction charges...and even luckier that you're not six feet under. Two kids are dead because you wanted to play detective. Does it make you feel better that you were right? Does that somehow justify their deaths? They'd be alive right now if you stayed out of it." I still feel something is fishy with the good detective...and Laura conveniently is leading hir hit parade.... "Grafton was way out of line," Aidan said. We were sitting on the couch, Aidan with his arms around me, holding me close. "He can't know that Robbie died because of us. He should have never said that." "He's right," I sniffled. "We're as much to blame for his and Keiyara's death as if we'd killed them ourselves." "That's insane," he argued. "The killer would have found them herself eventually. What were we supposed to do, just let her get away with Joey's death?" "At least no one else would have died." Catlin seems to be sliding to #2 suspect, but she's not out of the woods yet.... And...with Will and Aiden's conversation the following morning, I'm still thinking he's up to something.... While it was much too late, I'm glad there was some reconciliation between Will and his father

Perhaps the author/editor/beta reader should be severely admonished...could be a job for @Ticklishboy30....

The Lady in Black must have more than nine lives...from Ch 20 She laughed, a cold, mocking sound that sent shivers down his spine. "You think you can defeat me, Reginald? You are but a mere mortal." Khonsu appeared at that moment and smiled at her he placed his hand on Reggi shoulder. He whispered in his ear “Get her Reggi.” He raised the walking stick and pointed it at her and commanded it to be bright! The impact sent Reginald stumbling back, but he quickly regained his footing. The Lady in Black was momentarily blinded by the light, giving him a brief advantage. He charged forward, swinging his walking stick with all his might. The stick connected with her, and she let out a cry of pain. But she was not easily defeated. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a swarm of shadowy figures that surrounded Reginald, their ghostly forms reaching out to him. He fought them off, using the light from his walking stick to dispel the shadows. Each strike was precise and powerful, but the shadows kept coming. Reginald knew he needed to end this quickly. He focused his energy, drawing on the strength of his ancestors. "By the power of my bloodline I call on my ancestors, I command you to be banished!" he shouted. The walking stick glowed even brighter, and a wave of pure, radiant light erupted from it, engulfing the Lady in Black and her shadowy minions. The light was blinding, and for a moment, everything was silent. When the light faded, the Lady in Black was gone, and the street was once again peaceful. Reginald stood there, breathing heavily, his walking stick still glowing faintly. He had done it. He had defeated the Lady in Black.

Hopefully, the aimless spinning of everyone's wheels will begin to slow and eventually come to a halt...

When you need your pipe cleaned, desperate times call for desperate measures... Bob’s mind whirled. The thought of being as exposed as the biker, under that knowing gaze… it was terrifying and, if he was honest, thrilling. The desire to touch the chopper, to please this man, warred with his shyness. "I… uh… I’m going commando today," he blurted out, then wished the ground would swallow him. The biker raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his eyes deepening. "Commando, huh? Even better. Simpler. But…,“ he reached into one of the saddlebags beside the lounger, rummaged for a second, and pulled out a small, wadded-up piece of fabric. He tossed it to Bob. "Lucky for you, I usually carry a spare. It’s… well, it’s seen a few miles, probably smells like it too, but it'll do the job. Unless you prefer to work in your birthday suit?" He winked, the challenge clear.

Some of the finest writing in this genera, some I've reread a couple of times!!!

Is it Coradiel's time to die or did Arlo just kill Lillian?

While I am saddened by the fact this is beginning to wrap up, I find comfort in knowing that there will be so much more to come!!! @Summerabbacat, it was 39 degrees F this morning, and yesterday was the first day of meteorological summer here. Supposedly, we will see temps in the 80's and 90's F this week. This Saturday past was the 12th Saturday in a row that it rained.... I am hoping today to get my garden planted...fingers crossed!!

Will the Mermonster even let her on board?

All I got is...

Could it be... Then, a vibration. Subtle at first, a tremor through the floorboards, growing into a low, guttural rumble that made the glass in the window pane hum. Bob straightened, his daydreams scattering like tumbleweeds, ears pricked. This wasn't the whine of a semi or the polite purr of a family sedan. This was something raw, something with teeth. The sound swelled, a deep-chested, throbbing roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the desolate station. A machine of sheer, breathtaking presence rolled onto the forecourt. It wasn't just a motorcycle; it was a chopper, a sculpted beast of gleaming chrome and paint so black it seemed to drink the sunlight. Long, raked-out forks stretched to a minimalist front wheel. Ape-hanger handlebars swept upwards, daring the sky. The fuel tank, a teardrop of polished obsidian, flowed seamlessly into a deeply dished leather seat, backed by a wickedly tall sissy bar. Twin fishtail exhaust pipes, chromed to a mirror shine, promised thunder. Bob felt his breath catch. He’d pored over pictures in those dog-eared bike magazines, dreamt of them, but never one this… perfect, this potent, in the flesh… or rather, steel and chromium.

Well now...haven't the red herrings been spawning... Why are the Detectives pushing a couple of half assed theories.... Did Joey have any previous connection with either detective? Why did Keiyara have Joey's necklace? Why did Laura get so antsy when Robbie Meade was introduced...more importantly, what else did Robbie Meade not divulge?? Catlin's comment of not letting anyone hurt the baby is/was very telling... Robbie Meade is justifiably terrified...is he #3 on the hit parade?? Where is the rock right now? A DNA test is waiting... Why haven't we seen or heard from Miki's brother Lurch...could he have been involved with supposedly straight Joey??? And...Does Miki have an alibi???

Thanks for sharing this with us!

Well duh....just who wrote the story.....that would make Josh the mxcweoi jdfnefgmvg, followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor....

Thanks for the chapter and the update! As Liam and Marc Adam discover, that any port in a storm, might not always be the best choice….

Alls well that ends well….

A hunger that won’t be satisfied anytime soon….

The following gives me hope that Anduin and Claire just may have an accident with an 18-wheeler carrying hot asphalt to a road repaving job... Anduin, on the other hand, was very clearly wearing a frown as he came in at that moment and stepped over to beside Remy. "What is going on?" he muttered, nodding in the direction of the black boxes. "I don't know. I thought maybe Claire would tell you something beforehand." "Not really. How many times do I have to tell you that she and I aren't exactly a good team, anyway?" Remy shrugged and looked over at Claire. Mistress and slave might not be friends, but he'd seen the same, no-good glint in both pairs of eyes far too often by now.

Today marks the first day of meteorological summer. Yesterday was the 12th consecutive rainy Saturday, a streak that began in mid-March. Somehow, I have been able to squeeze in some much-needed yard work...Mowing the lawns has been more like haying the lawns!!! There's only so much housework that can be done on rainy Saturdays, which means I can catch up on my GA reading list!!!

So true, but duct tape can make it quiet... Gavin...the stupider they are the harder they fall.... Kudos to Leon!!!

Wow...wow...wow...so glad a rested reading this till I had time to sit down and quiet my thoughts... I would think by now that Jean Lundgren would have thought to work with Liberty Academy considering the following... “Jean Lundgren, DCFS. I’m here to collect Theodore Robertson. Which one is he?” Her no-nonsense gaze swept over the two boys sitting on opposite sides of the imposing conference table. “Well?” Neither boy answered, and Bobby eventually intervened. “Theo is the younger one, Mrs. Lundgren.” He couldn’t miss the look of betrayal he saw on Theo’s young face. “What kind of trouble are you in, Theodore?” Jean didn’t seem concerned by the boy’s obvious lack of legal counsel – only annoyed at the delay police questioning would cause in her already over-scheduled day. “Theo isn’t being charged with anything. He is helping the CPD with an ongoing investigation in which he has unique, first-hand knowledge.” Bobby noted the social worker’s dubious expression. “Well, in that case, Theodore and I will be leaving. Once he has been placed, you can make an appointment with his case manager or guards if you have any further questions.” Jean put out a hand that everyone ignored. “Guards?” It was Phil Morris who asked the question on everyone’s minds. “Emergency placements are difficult.” Jean shook her head theatrically. “Juvenile hall is about the only place that will take teenagers like Theodore on short notice, especially on a holiday.” She sounds like she is burnt out and truly of little use... Then there is the unbridled enthusiasm of both Emilio and Elio, who, it seems, have Thomas's magic touch around badly abused or wounded boys...This part of the chapter had me unabashedly reaching for the Kleenex....I can't wait to see what wonders they work next, hoping they get the brothers to connect... Then there is WSIII, aka the Turd; his thinking that he has the situation under control is going to be his downfall. This last sequence with him shows that his thinking has lost some elasticity and problem-solving ability. He's started digging a hole that will only get deeper... Next chapter quickly...PLEASE!!!!

Let's hope Yale stays free of STD's....