The Watchers 16

I had to become Trina Davenport Liza woke with a start. Heart racing, she searched the room until she remembered. Trina’s room. She looked at the blue walls as she sat in bed. The clock on the wall showed it was six o’clock. She’d slept the entire night. She’d never slept for longer than aContinue reading “The Watchers 16”

The Watchers 15

It’s like she’s two different people Taylor hated to be the bearer of bad news, but there was no way around it. He flashed his trademark smile as he walked in the station determined not to let the dread he felt brewing in his gut show on his face.  He knew Blackfoot wasn’t going toContinue reading “The Watchers 15”

The Watchers 14

If anything ever happened to my granddaughter   It was like her mind forgot to forget. Every time she remembered a piece of something it left a space, and something opened up just enough for a slip of memory to come through. It just wasn’t happening fast enough. Liza wanted answers and she wanted themContinue reading “The Watchers 14”

The Watchers 13

No one said your daughter was a criminal “Female, 22 years of age, one prior, and oh lookee here,” Tracy said, “surprise, surprise with a prior charge of disorderly conduct. Not exactly innocent, now is she?” “Just tell me the facts,” Blackfoot turned his back to the wind and the crowd of onlookers watching theirContinue reading “The Watchers 13”

The Watchers 12

Sometimes you can’t go home “She needs to go,” “No,” Zuri cried grabbing Liza tightly. “She can’t go.” In the Davenport’s den Zuri curled up against Liza’s side on the loveseat. Her body warm and soft smelling of cocoa butter and popcorn. Leena and Mrs. Davenport sat directly across from Liza in straight back chairs.Continue reading “The Watchers 12”

The Watchers 9

It has already been handled “She’s surfaced, sir,” The agent said. The man known as the Mastermind looked at the pictures the agent had forwarded to his phone. It was Liza. He’d always been able to spot her no matter what her cover was. “How would you like for us to handle this.” “Handle?” TheContinue reading “The Watchers 9”

The Watchers 8

Every rose has its thorns. “Tell me something good Taylor,” Blackfoot said tapping the base of his rotary phone with a cheap ballpoint pen. Blackfoot was a simple guy. He liked fishing, football, and beer and not necessarily in that order. He was only forty-one, but he called himself a proud relic. He liked keeping thingsContinue reading “The Watchers 8”

The Watchers 7

Mama? The Davenport home sat in a cul-de-sac of an older neighborhood. The roads were free of potholes and there were green and white street signs at the corner of each street. The Davenport yard was green and freshly cut even though the trees had begun shedding their red and gold leaves. An American flagContinue reading “The Watchers 7”