Bugout Part 108 – App Upgrades

Bob:

Here’s the next episode of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:

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Jasmine and Jane climbed out of the trap door, and walked over to the bar.

“Well?” Kurt asked.

“There’s a treasure trove of evidence down there,” Jane said.

“Yeah, Dobie told us what he found,” Kurt said. “Find the connections you were looking for?”

“Well, we got a start,” Jasmine said. “Somebody scratched a message in the brick wall behind the bed in the first cell.”

“What’d it say?” Kurt asked.

Scotty did it,” Jane said.

Dobie was sitting at the couch, with Princess sitting next to him. He didn’t look good. Jane noticed.

“You okay over there, Dobie?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright, but I’m worried. What if the son is still alive?”

“Didn’t Howard say he was killed in the New York Harbor attack?” Gabe asked.

“Yeah,” Kurt said. “The question is…was he just assuming that because of where he may have been living?”

“Wonder…

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Bugout Part 107 – Polaroid Horror

Bob:

Here’s the next episode of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:

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“Think Princess smells body parts down there?” Charlie asked Dobie, as he was walking over next to the dog.

“Well, she’s not trained as a cadaver dog,” Dobie said. “Her best talent is sensing evil intent in humans…but there’s no humans down there.”

“Spirits,” Jake said, feeling the Jameson now.

Jasmine and Jane came down the stairs.

“I can’t believe you guys are partying down here,” Jasmine said. She noticed Princess’s interest in the floor.

“Yeah, she found it right away,” Dobie said to her.

“Can we go down there and take a look?” Jane asked. “I need some clues. Not having any luck linking Chet to the person on the tow truck registration.”

“The name wasn’t Chet or his son?” Dobie asked, taking a good sip of his whiskey.

“No, it was Earl Wilson,” Jane said. Dobie almost spit out his whiskey, and started coughing.

“Bingo,” Jake said, laughing.

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Bugout Part 106 – History of Violence

Bob:

Here’s the next episode of Bugout! from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:

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“Earl Wilson,” Jasmine said. “That name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it.”

“I know, me too,” Jane said. “I’ll search on it, but let’s take a look in the cab now, so the Sheriff and Charlie can get back to what they were doing.”

The group walked back over to the tow truck, and Jane stood in the open passenger side door, pulling on rubber gloves, and looking in. She turned on the iPhone flashlight and shined it on the floor in front of the seat. It was dirty…twigs and dried mud, but nothing else. Then she shined the light under the passenger seat. Something shined back at her. She pulled the phone to her face, started the camera app, and took a picture. Then she reached for the shiny object, barely able to get her hands in deep enough. She brought it out.

“An earring,” she…

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Bugout Part 105 – Metaphysical Romance

Bob:

Here’s the next episode of Bugout from my story blog.

Originally posted on Scagsdale's Tales:

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The sun was out. It was a bright morning, and a ray of light came through the open skylight above the bed. Terry was warm under the covers, naked against Trish. He pulled back the covers and was about to step out when he felt how cold it was. He covered back up in a hurry and snuggled. Trish woke up, stretched, and looked at him.

“Happy?” she asked sleepily. She had a soft smile on her face.

Terry kissed her forehead. “Yes,” he said. The night had been bliss…it was everything he hoped for and more. He stared deep into her eyes. “I want to spend the rest of my days with you.”

“You might get tired of me,” Trish said. “Boys usually do.”

“Why do you think that? Are you afraid you’ll get tired of me?”

“No,” she said, touching his face, tears welling up in her eyes…

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