Continued from Part Fifteen Zolgron cleared his throat. “Next on the list is Ross’s left arm, Jake Welch. To get him, you’ll need to send him an e-mail.†Dave arched his eyebrows. “I’m going to terrorize him with threatening e-mails?†“No, you’ll send him an attachment—us.†The Emerald Avenger withdrew back to the real world…
Continued from Part Fourteen The Emerald Avenger stood with Zolgron at Powerhouse’s waterfall. “Wilson and Gordon look sure to be found guilty of arson.” Zolgron smiled. “Splendid. That should take them out of circulation for about five years and then ruin the rest of their lives.” The Emerald Avenger sighed. Zolgron frowned. “You’re not happy….
Continued from Part Thirteen Wilson sat in an interrogation room. A large manila envelope lay on the puke green table. Detective Granger of the State Police extended his hands, all friendly like. “Gentlemen, I would suggest a confession.” Wilson folded his arms. “This is crazy!” Granger shook his head. “You were in the vicinity at…
Continued from Part Thirteen While patrolling a ritzy French poodle sorta neighborhood with Officer Gordon, Officer Wilson gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. Those detectives tore his place a part. He shot a quick glance at Gordon. “The state police searched your place, too?” “Yeah. I don’t get it.” “Come on, you know how…
Continued from Part Eleven Wilson caught up to Gordon’s car after the hill up to their driveway. The cabin appeared through the evergreen forest. Gordon cursed. It’s on fire! He screeched to a halt two feet behind Gordon’s break lights. Both jumped out and ran towards the water pump. Wilson turned on the faucet. Gordon…
Continued from Part Twelve Thirty miles outside Boston, Com-mander Jr. stopped his rented Toyota Prius by a gated cottage. A black sedan parked behind him. Cardin and Jaden of the Supernatural Intelligence Bureau got out of the sedan and came around to Junior’s window. Junior asked, “What are you doing here?” “We discovered who the…
Officer Gordon pressed the play button on his answering machine on Saturday Morning. His partner’s voice poured out. “Hey, Randy, it’s Jack. Meet me at the cabin.” Gordon groaned. “I hope this is important.” Officer Wilson called his voice mail on his cell phone. After the usual rigmarole, Gordon said, “Jack, come down…
Continued from Part Nine The Emerald Avenger held up the com-plete list of all the corrupt officers. Strange, he thought he’d find more than sixty. Over ninety-five percent of the cops were on the up and up. Zolgron smiled. “There, now was that so hard? It only took three weeks.” “Okay, now I know so…
Continued from Part Seven The Emerald Avenger stood in the server room of City Hall, blending perfectly into his surroundings. Slipping past security had been easy, but how would he enter the computer? He couldn’t just sit in a catatonic state for an hour. Maybe he could fly inside. He focused on the computer, imagining…
Dave yawned and peered at the clock on his computer. Twelve fifteen pm? Two hours had passed? He peered at Zolgron. “What happened?” “I absorbed all the information in your database. “ “You took everything off the Internet? But that’d take forever.” “I skipped most of the video, audio, and the half of the database…