The Minnesota Murders – Part 1


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[Author note: Sorry for the 1/2 post this week.  My computer crashed and with this being the first entry in the series, it wasn’t backed up yet. –JRL]

Every news station in the Twin Cities was leading with the story the horrific discovery of a burning body in Black Dog park in Burnsville.

The body was burned beyond recognition and had been sent to the Bureau of Criminal Apprehension for identification. Police were asking for any information regarding the case, but given the relatively remote location and easy in and out access to Interstate 35W, the chances of getting any good leads seemed remotely small.

Across the Twin Cities, in Andover, the murderer sat watching the news with sadistic glee. The murderer flicked off the TV and said to themselves, “Yes! A clean getaway and no evidence at the scene!”

While the murderer was celebrating, new reporter Paul Beckert was facing up to his first major news story while working for the Twin Cities Gazette. He’d only been hired a couple of weeks previously, right out of journalism school. Most of his college reporting was TV and multimedia based, so it was a different world for him to be working in print/on-line journalism.

As he rushed to write up his story, he found himself thinking of his girlfriend who worked downtown. No one knew if the victim was random or not, the only details the BCA was willing to give out were that the victim appeared to be a young female. The press conference with the BCA, in his mind, was a waste of time. It was a rehash of everything that was already known with no new information from the original morning press conference with the Burnsville P.D.

Taking a quick break from his updated story, he sent of a text to his girlfriend. The gruesome nature of the story had left him shaken and rethinking his decision to go into journalism and wondering if it was too late to go into radio.

No time to re-think it now, I’ve got a deadline for this story.

He added a couple of more paragraphs to the story and re-read it. He fired it off to the afternoon editor for review. While he waited for Sherry to review the story, he checked his phone, no reply from his girlfriend yet.

Sherry approved the story and pushed it up to the website and had it in the queue for considering for the next morning’s print issue. He had a feeling that there would be more updates to the story right up until press time. He couldn’t control that but it also frustrated him that he couldn’t get the complete story in one go.

With his last story submitted, he packed up for the day and grabbed his jacket. It was only October, but in Minnesota, it could bring a blizzard. It was already getting colder as highs had sunk into the mid-40s already with lows already below freezing. While he didn’t like living in a townhome, he didn’t mind the lawn and snow service provided.

As he left the building and walked the skyways to the parking ramp where he was parked, his phone chirped from his jacket pocket. It was his girlfriend confirming if he still wanted to go to Hunan Palace, a cozy little Chinese restaurant on the other side of town.

He sent a quick “Yes, on my way home.” and started driving home.


Wednesday Briefs Authors posting this week:

Cia Nordwell

J Alan Veerkamp

Julie Lynn Hayes

AAAAARGH!!! – Status of The Minnesota Murders – Part 1

Okay, so if you seeing this,  you have likely followed the Wednesday Briefs link for the first installment of “The Minnesota Murders”.

Thank you for your interest.  However, it appears that my iMac did NOT want you to read it…or it was motivated by what I had written and murdered the document itself. More accurately, it killed the entire file system forcing me to recover from a backup which did not contain the Minnesota Murders – Part 1.

I will get it re-written today and posted a bit late.  I apologize to you, my readers, for letting you down and not having a proper backup.

Back to the keyboard

Well, well, well….

I’m finally writing again! I’ve left my day job due to health related reasons and taking a break from working for a couple of weeks to make sure my health is stable.

The upside, I have time to write.

This week will start a new series, “The Minnesota Murders”.

As time allows, I will work on cleaning up Tales of the Cabin and get it finished up since it’s been hanging on a cliffhanger for eight(!) months now.

*Dusts off the Interwebs*

Howdy!  I’m not physically dead yet, just exhausted all the time from my multiple sclerosis, migraines, and work.

I’ve had lots of intentions of getting back to writing but it wasn’t until the last couple of weeks that that creativity finally started to move again.

I’m going to pick up “Tales of the Cabin” and finish it off then start on a new, slightly…okay quite twisted fantasy/magic series.

So yes, there will be more writing getting posted soon!

Hijacking my own blog…

I don’t get a lot of feedback regarding what I have written and I don’t let that concern me.

However, my posts may be more sporadic in the next couple of months (or even longer).

As most of you, my readers, know, I am in a long-term battle with Multiple Sclerosis. Unfortunately, even though I have a mild case of Relapsing-Remitting Multiple Sclerosis (RRMS), I am still 15 plus years into the progression.  I can no longer ignore the constant pins and needles on the left side of my body, the memory gaps, and the coordination issues that have been slowly becoming more pronounced as the disease progresses.

I was hospitalized last weekend after an extended “on automatic” where I wasn’t aware of having driving about 10 mi/16 km and then having a brief loss of consciousness. A battery of testing showed no signs of bleeding on the brain but also no active MS activity. However, the sheer amount of time that I was battling but not being treated has caught up with me.

To sum up the details of the weekend, I am now to walk with a cane at all times. It was “suggested” that I considering giving up my driver’s license as well.

Right now, between the physical issues and the crushing mental anguish of this happening, I’m in no place to write. Hell, I’m barely living at this point. I am going through the motions of what I have to do, but there’s no joy, no tedium, it’s just doing it.

As much as I don’t want to do it, I’m going to have to figure out what my options are related to work. I am hoping I can take a sabbatical from work, even if it’s only a couple of weeks so that I can get some intense mental help as I’m dangerously close to losing it.

Tales of the Cabin – Part 17

[Author note: This week is a short post.  I couldn’t get ‘fluffed up’ without leading into the next major scene. — JRL]

“Shawn! Get in here.  Call Aaron while I get dressed.” I shouted out the door.

Deputy Martens hadn’t been able to tell me a lot over the phone. I’d already put the location in my phone and groaned when I saw it was at least 17 hours to get there.

Shawn came in and I must have looked as spooked as I felt.

“Vince?! What’s going on?” Shawn asked as he rushed in the door.

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Tales of the Cabin – Part 16

We had nothing to go on except that perhaps Brady had gone to Arkansas. No word from their Uncle Larry either.

For all intents and purposes, Brady and disappeared. His phone was no longer in service and e-mails returned undeliverable. Jackson and I were nervous wrecks by this time.

Any doubts I had about my feelings for Brady were erased. I was sick with worry that was tinged some threads of anger and understanding. Today’s digital age meant that you had a pressure to be connected all the time and you couldn’t ‘get away’ like you could when I was growing up.

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