Creative Crime Fiction Stories

The Break-In by Janet Kay Blaylock

noreply@blogger.com (Janet Blaylock) — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 18:33:00 +0000

This is part of the story, The Break-in, that appears in the book titled, Detective Michael Mallory's Intriguing Mysteries by Janet Kay Blaylock.

It was in the middle of the morning when I received a phone call from Christy Parker. She told me that someone broke into her house. I informed her that I would be over within a half hour.

When I arrived, I asked her to stay outside while I checked out the house to make sure the intruder wasn't inside. I checked the main floor, the second floor, and the basement, but I didn't notice anyone around, so I told her that she could enter the house.

"I arrived at my house around 5:30 PM. I'm a substitute teacher. I tried to enter my house, but I found that my coat rack was knocked down in front of the door. I managed to get my two big dogs, Penny and Tippy, back and to pick up the coat rack, so I could walk inside. I saw my curtain, that was in front of one of my rooms, moved to the side. I thought my dogs were afraid of something and knocked the rack down and moved the curtain. I walked into the hall way and saw the doors open to the bathroom, upstairs, and my two bedrooms. I knew then that someone had broken into my house. That's when I called you."

"What time were you gone?" I asked her that question, so I could write down the approximate time the house was broken into.

Announcement

noreply@blogger.com (Janet Blaylock) — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 15:20:00 +0000

My computer was down since I last posted and article, but it is finally working. I have trouble when it shuts off, so I'm hoping it will stay on until I can afford to get a new one.

I'm starting again to post my articles as often as possible.

Thanks,

Janet

One Too Many Cops

noreply@blogger.com (Janet Blaylock) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 00:15:00 +0000

Today happened to be a different day, but I wasn't sure what was unusual. As I sat in my comfortable, cushioned desk chair, I glanced through the window of my office and studied the uniformed officers who sat at their desks. Each area had an officer, but something was different.

This baffled me because I couldn't figure out it out. It was just a feeling I had. I attempted to changed my thoughts to something else, so I looked at my schedule for the day that was on top of my large gray metal desk.

The captain had his office next to mine. I was his assistance and the one who took his place when he was off duty.

I decided to walk down the hall where the other offices were located, so I could observe the other employees. I glanced through the windows and noticed that everything seemed to be okay, so I walked back to my office.

Before I could sit down at my desk, I heard the announcement of a bank robbery and that everyone in our precinct had to cover the incident. I quickly rose from my chair and rushed out the door along with the other officers. We climbed into our cars and headed for the bank.

When we arrived, I saw a crowd gathered in front of the bank. I entered the bank and saw people lying on the floor. They looked alive, so I wondered why they were still on the floor. I spotted the bank president, and questioned him about the bank robbery.

"When did this happen?"

"Why are the people still lying on the floor?"

"I see. Did the burglars take any hostages?"

"No. They just came and robbed the bank, and then they scrambled out the back door when they heard the police sirens."

"Which way did they head?"

"I'm not sure because I didn't look out the window to find out when they left, so they could have gone any direction."

"How many were there?" I asked the bank president.

"Two."

"Can you identify them?"

"No, I'm sorry I can't because they had on masks."

"What was their physical stature like?"

"They looked average weight and height."

"Okay. How much money did they take?"

"Not much because I learned to keep the real bills hidden so burglars can't locate them."

"What do you mean real bills?"

"The money they stole were packed with rubber bands around them. They didn't look below the top bill. The rest of the money was blank pieces of paper. The top bill on each pack was marked with a small x on them so the burglars couldn't see it."

"That's smart thinking. I'll have an officer stand guard in a hidden area in case they return when they find out they'd been fooled."

"Okay."

I looked around for an officer and found one to place in the bank. "Officer ______. Excuse me, but what is your name?"

"Officer Roberts," the officer replied.

"Do you have your cell phone so you can notify me?"

"Yes," Officer Roberts replied.

"I'd like to place him in the vault. It has a hidden exit to the vault that leads to another room where he could stay," the bank president said.

"That's a good idea," I replied.

I left, and Officer Roberts took his position in the vault. The other officers headed back to the station, and I drove around the area to see if I noticed anyone lurking around. Then, I headed back to the station.

On the way back, I thought about Officer Roberts because something about him didn't add up. I didn't remember seeing an Officer Roberts on the list of officers in our department. Then, I thought maybe he recently transferred to our department, and nobody had time to write his name on the list of officers. However, I still felt something wasn't right about him, so I decided to check him out.

When I arrived at the station, I entered my office and did a search. I found out that their wasn't an Officer Roberts listed in our department. I began to wonder who he was and why we seemed to have one too many cops in our department.

I drove back to the bank and walked inside. I talked to the bank president, and he said he hadn't seen Officer Roberts come out of the vault, so he assumed he was still inside. They opened the vault and surprised the bank robbers.

"Stop where you are?" I hollered.

The bank robbers stood stiff as a statue while the bank president called for assistance.

Within a few minutes, Officer Roberts and his buddies were booked into the city jail.

Mini-Mystery: Jenny's Memory Loss

noreply@blogger.com (Janet Blaylock) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 00:57:00 +0000

Introduction

I have several boxes of story ideas that Educational Insights developed. I had permission from them to use their ideas and develop them into stories. I obtained this story idea from the box titled, More Write On! by Educational Insights.

Their main story idea was about a woman who kept forgetting things. I changed the circumstances and made it into a Detective Fiction mini-mystery.

Jenny’s Memory Loss

Jenny lived in a nice two-story house by herself. She had a living room, kitchen, and dining room downstairs. Upstairs, she had three bedrooms and a bathroom. There was also a screened-in porch in the back. She enjoyed her house and living alone. However, Jenny had a major problem. She forgets where she put things and had a hard time remembering faces.

One day, Jenny heard strange noises outside and wondered what it was. She walked downstairs to see if someone was there. She noticed that the front door was open. She thought to herself, I wonder if I left the door open. I just can't remember.

She walked around the house and became startled when a strange man appeared before her and said, “There you are. I was looking for you."

"Who are you?" Jenny asked.

"I'm your worst nightmare. I've come to rob you. Now go sit down and shut up. Any sound out of you, and I'll have to harm you."

Jenny sat down because she didn't want him to harm her.

“Where's your money?" the stranger asked.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I forget where I put things."

"That's impossible. You must remember where you keep your money. Money's important to everyone."

"I just can't remember. I have a bad habit of putting my things somewhere and then forgetting where I put them. Just look around you. Do you see things where they belong?"

The stranger looked around and noticed that things were out of place. He saw clothes on the table, shoes on the sofa, and food on the television. "I see what you mean. However, you'll just have to remember where you put your money."

"I'm sorry, but I can't remember."

"Try."

"It might be in the bathtub or in the refrigerator."

"You're crazy," the stranger replied.

"I'll just have to tie you up and search for it."

He tied up Jenny and went to look for the money. He looked in the refrigerator, stove, cupboards, and all around the kitchen. After that, he went upstairs to the bedrooms and bathroom to search for the money. He still couldn't find anything. "This woman sure is crazy. She has to have money around somewhere, but where?"

On the way down the steps, he suddenly thought of a strange place Jenny might have kept her money. It wasn't in the kitchen, bathroom, bedrooms, living room, dining room, so where could it be?

Finally, he thought of a place he hadn’t searched. He thought the money was there. The stranger went to the room and found the money. Then, he entered the living room and looked at Jenny. "Ha! I found your money. Bye."

The stranger went happily out of the house because he knew he was safe and that nobody would know he robbed her.

Why was he so confident about the robbery and of nobody finding him?

Jenny managed to untie herself and called Detective Mallory to tell him about the robbery. When Detective Mallory came over, he started asking Jenny questions about the robbery. Something happened to Jenny during the investigation that surprised Detective Mallory and Jenny as well. What was it?

You can find the solution to this mini-mystery by going to the following link:
http://www.cassie.highpowersites.com/solutions.html

Forest Lake

noreply@blogger.com (Janet Blaylock) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 14:00:00 +0000

Kaylee heard a knock on the door, and when she walked into the living room, she peeked through the peephole in the door and saw Detective Mallory standing there wearing his normal light blue suit and navy blue tie. Kaylee had on her navy blue slacks, white shirt, and blue vest.

"Detective Mallory! What brings you out on this dreary morning?" Kaylee Sue Reed asked, after she opened the door.

"Do you know anything about the body in Forest Lake?" Detective Mallory asked Kaylee.

"Body! In Forest Lake!"

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