Running North

51 hours since Toronto Gregg Vincent stepped off a Greyhound bus onto asphalt in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan.  He watched a few passing vehicles running along 23rd Street East as he pulled his bag from the underneath of the bus.  It was cold, but the snow had stopped just after boarding the bus back in Thunder Bay at 10:30 in the morning the day prior.  A bus change in Winnipeg at around 7pm the night before, and another ten hours until he arrived here.  It was just after 5am in the prairie city of Saskatoon, and the sun had yet to show its glory in the clear skies above. His breath was white in front of him as he walked along the downtown streets.  He found a hotel that looked less than reputable, and walked in.  Being that the dead of [Read more...]

First Watch

This morning was the second time she had heard that voice. The voice was deep and British. "Jacklyn, the time has come to repay the favour." It had been fifteen years since she had last heard that voice. She had been in a San Antonio motel the last time. To hear it, now, in her Sudbury, Ontario apartment brought back the shakes immediately. The voice gave up waiting for her. "We need you to follow someone." "Who are you?" she asked with very little voice. "My name is irrelevant. We need you to repair the favour. You have one hour to get changed and out. Get your car to the corner of Lorne St and Big Nickel Mine Rd. Be on Lorne east of Big Nickel, facing west. I will phone your mobile with further instructions. Make certain you have a [Read more...]

First Night

22 hours running "Police are asking for any witnesses to come forward." The newly renamed Gregg Vincent sat on the motel room bed just west of Thunder Bay, Ontario. He had just watched the news report on how his previous life had ended on the floor of the woodworking warehouse where he worked. His wife had told how he had walked out after a fight. She sobbed in the right spots and appeared contrite. Considering the insurance settlement she would get, he knew better. Police were asking for help as there was no weapon found at the scene. Of course, he had the gun in the glove box of the SUV. As soon as the news was over, he crawled into the shower. He turned the heat up to where steam came from the shower head and rinsed the soap off of [Read more...]

Gift Horse

"Wow." the man whispered to the corpse. The warehouse was silent. All the drills and table saws lay dormant while many wood panels looked on waiting to be worked on. Only a few lights kept the building alive. The windows were almost completely black with the overcast night. The man crouched and looked closer. The corpse had short brown hair and was about six foot in length on the ground. His open eyes were a bright blue. No noticeable scars other than the bullet hole in his forehead which was leaking blood. The body was dressed in denim jacket and pants with a white tee shirt. "It's like looking in a fucking mirror." The man checked the pockets and found a wallet in the breast of the jacket. He flipped it open. The corpse had a drivers [Read more...]

Beholder: Minister of Alien Affairs

March 26, 2011 "Sir, you can't stay here." The man looked up at the young RCMP officer. "Get that flashlight out of my face, rookie." The young RCMP had his retort cut off by his partner's laugh. The man sat in a blue fabric lawn chair. He wore a white tank top and blue jeans. His white hair was held in a ponytail just past his shoulders, and his white beard was down past his neckline. He held a long neck bottle in his right hand. "Jim? Is this your fucking idea of a joke." His blue eyes turned from the young officer to the one laughing in the shadows. James Jarvis was a thirty year veteran with the RCMP based out of Creston, British Columbia. His hair was a dyed light brown and he had a matching handlebar mustache. "I'm sorry, Norm. [Read more...]