They quietly tip-toed into the Jensen house. Kenny’s mom was out with Mrs. Hickey, the two of them developing a fast friendship built around smoking Clovis’s cigars and making comments about the neighbours that dared judge them, all the while drinking Pinot Noir and laughing.
This worked for Kenny. It meant he had the house to himself, and after the frought anxiety of the day, he was determined, and on a mission.
He latched every door, put the chain across, and tucked chairs under the
Seemingly a minor chapter. But rather significant to the plot going forward. Jared is quite pivotal in these books, especially the latter half of the second book. Where we actually get into why he and Will are friends from his perspective. And why he and Andrew are not as close.
He still doesn't see himself as a target. His mind is focused on Will and the boys. That arrogant protectiveness is going to get him killed one day. Not today... killed tomorrow... Today he's strapped to a gurney at the mercy of... Sorry having fun writing. No spoilers.
Chapter Twenty-two
WORLD END: T-minus 154 days, 15 hours, and 13 minutes
Ottawa Police Service Station, Elgin Street, Ottawa, Ontario
The slate grey X5, a civilian-plated wolf in discreet black sheep’s clothing, cut through the mid-morning traffic on Elgin Street, gliding to a halt in the restricted parking zone outside the Ottawa Police Service station. The air hung thick with the usual urban mix of stale exhaust fumes, wet asphalt, and the faint, pervasive scent of autu
I was the nice suit, splash of colour kind. Always looking sharp. (totally not, very scruffy, with a tie on ALL the time... took me living in China to finally break that habit... But then there I could literally walk downstairs from my bedroom into a classroom (I lived a year inside the school in an old Classroom... so Bunny slippers, mug of coffee, in my sweats. Best commute ever!
Twenty-Three
The chess match did not begin with the quiet formality of a world championship; it began with chaos.
The board, an old wooden antique that Steve had once pilfered from a garage sale and forgotten about, sat precariously on the small desk, surrounded by the remnants of Blake’s investigative notes and Brian’s pumpkin puff crumbs. The scene was utterly absurd: two brilliant minds, one a professional academic and the other a reluctant mogul, squaring off over a game, wh
Oh believe me I know: My Chinese name and my English name though sounding similar are very different and amusing to my former students:
Topher - 头发 Tóufǎ or Hair. I was Teacher Hair for a decade. that or nicknamed Tofu... but mostly by my ex boyfriends.
I recommend watching Kronkite at his height. An international Standard we should hold all of our News to. Today's news is Info-tainment. It's there for ad revenue generation, and stokes the pot to raise veiwership. The dark reality is that news has been killed stone dead by these practices. And we have no way to tell the difference. I feel there needs to be a firm definition of what qualifies as NEWS and what does not. Standards need to be set.