Tag Archive: Grant

Grant sighed as he unlocked the door to his car and climbed in. He’d been doing that a lot lately; sighing. As he turned the on and was about to shift into drive he spotted Franklin and Wheeler making their way to the parking lot.

As he noticed them holding hands, he sighed again. Everyone seemed to have at least a good friend that they could spend time with out of work, if not a significant other. Why was he the only one left out… always? The Ballards not only had each other; they had a friend that they’d grown up with. Hassett and Everett were good friends as well as partners. Hurley and Morrissey had known each other for years, even before the investigator had joined the department. The list went on. He was the odd ball out.

It didn’t seem fair. He put the car in drive and eased his foot on the gas. As he reached the parking lot exit, he had to stop short to keep from running into the new tech person. She flashed him a brilliant smile and tapped on the window.

He rolled the window down quickly and looked her over. She was a very pretty girl. “Sorry, did I hit you?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine. I just wonder if you could give me a ride to my apartment. I haven’t got an alternate form of transportation yet and I think I missed the bus,” she said. At his nod, she climbed into the car behind him. “I’m Hannah,” she said.

“Um… Marlin,” he replied, adjusting his glassed. He looked both ways and then eased his foot onto the gas once more. “So which… which way is it to your apartment?” he asked.

“It’s just up here,” she replied. He blushed as he noticed the way she was looking at him; almost sizing him up. “Would you like to come inside for a drink?” she asked.

“Alright,” he managed after a moment. He wondered where the night would lead them from there.

Emery hated working with an audience. It was one of the reasons why he disliked outdoor crime scenes so much. The bystanders could be kept only so far away by yellow tape. At least if a crime scene was indoors the bystanders were stopped by solid walls.

It aggravated him even more when wardens, who supposedly had a job to do at a crime scene took the place of civilian bystanders. Was magic really so fascinating that anyone nearby had to stop and watch?

After he nearly collided with Sergeant Grant for a third time, Emery snapped, “Something you need to say, Sergeant?”

The man considered for several moment before he replied, “It’s going to rain all week, just about.”

“I’ll be sure to carry my umbrella,” Emery snapped. “Now get out of my way.”

The notion seemed a little bit cynical but, all the same whenever people challenged Emery about his faith and belief in God, it was his reply. As always, he smiled gently and said, “What do I lose by my belief in a loving and caring God and an afterlife? Is my belief in God hindering me any? No, I think not. It helps me keep hoping when things aren’t going well and when things are going well,” he trailed off and shrugged as he finished, “I don’t think that’s because I’m just so good. So it keeps me grounded.”

He rocked on his heels and added, “Besides, if my belief is wrong… and you’re right, I won’t know. However, if your belief is wrong, and I’m right… you go to hell.”

Emery chuckled and dashed to his office, leaving the warden staring open-mouthed behind him. “Franklin,” Sergeant Grant said softly. “Did… that boy just tell me to go to hell?”

“I think he said that you would, sir,” Corporal Franklin replied softly. He bit his tongue to keep from sniggering. It wouldn’t do to bring the sometimes-prickly warden’s ire down on him. He could hear his superior breathing deeply though his nose, obviously trying, without much success, to calm himself. Prudently, he chose that moment to withdraw, leaving the sergeant in the corridor alone with his anger.

Monica Ferris

an author with many hats

A Land of Curiosity

From the files of Shynian Intelligence

Heather's Fancies

tales from the enchanted gardens and shadow hollow


WordPress.com is the best place for your personal blog or business site.