8 October 2012
Prologue.
Everybody lies. It's a right of passage that men, women and children have to go through to become wiser. As we get older, we tend to see lying is no good for no one who comes across it. No one. Unfortunately, I didn't learn this earlier in life, I learned it when I was 25 when I was starting out at LAPD. That was when the lies came out. The lies took over me. This was not good.
Part One. Tony.
The telephones were buzzing when she walked in. Her dark brunette hair was tied up in a high pony tail and her shades covered her eyes. She was wearing a black pair of trousers and a red blouse. It was like everything stopped in the room and all the guys looked at her. She walked straight up to me and took of her shades. "My name is Kirsty Maine. I'm the new detective in town. Someone said you're Tony Wilman?" her crystal clear accent only meant one thing. British. Damn. "That would be me Ms. Maine, how can I help?" "Are you my partner?" "That would be me," those slate grey eyes stared deep into my soul when she finally said, "Great."
Lies. • Opuss № I