Under the Caribbean Moon
“I am here with an urgent message. Your friend the Golden One has passed on,” Detective Dewalt relays.
“I dreaded this day. A few nights past I felt his spirit in the camp,” Zenith reveals.
“He didn’t die in vain. We know who his killer is,” Detective Dewalt states.
“Good work, Mr. American policeman. Make sure he pays the price your country asks of him,” Zenith confers.
“We will see to it. One thing I care to know is what he was exactly after during his stay?”
“Are the silver mines not enough of a reason?” Zenith asks.
“Respectfully, no. I don’t believe the Golden One was concerned with silver at all. I believe he was after something else,” Detective Dewalt presses.
Zenith stand up from the bonfire and his men rise as well. He motions his legion to stand at ease.
“Come with me,” Zenith urges.
They take a path near the water. Detective Dewalt, and Zenith stand shoulder to shoulder overlooking the majesty of the islands under the Caribbean moon. The stars in the heavenly sky above are the only ones eavesdropping.
Zenith is looking up, “You ask, what he visited us for?”
“Yes. I must know.”
“He came for power,” Zenith growls.
Title: Under the Caribbean Moon.
Genre: Mystery.
Age Range: N/A. Will discuss.
Word Count: N/A. Will discuss.
Author Name: Preston Olson.
Why?: Nothing beats an original crime saga, and nobody beats the criminals harder than the police.
The Hook: Power is a balancing act. Society gives it to criminals or rests it in the hands of would-be criminals. Who's hands are truly clean anyhow?
Synopsis: Major players are evolving and destructing. Evil is lurking from the shadows looking to blot out all of the good Progressive Task Fore 12-Z has done for Chicago. Uncertainty is a challenge that has just been accepted.
About me: My name is Preston Olson, I've written over 12 stories and have published 4 books. 2 in physical form and the other two for sale online. I also run odd man out.
Hometown: Bourbonnais, IL.
Age: 32
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Sitting around bitching by the coffee pot I should have pissed in. Yelling about nothing while he's built like Thanksgiving stuffing. Probably gets no loving with his belly and chin so repulsing. A disgusting blob eating his bag of Dorito chips and having a cow. Talks down on others when they turn their back. He's so damn loud in the morning I think he's smoking crack. If he's not gimping around he's pimping Trump to you. Funny thing is Trump wouldn't want anything to do with him or his shitty attitude. He's lucky I'm a nice guy and don't demand some gratitude.