It is funny how perceptions can change in a fraction of a second, while you are driving past a mystery.

You can take a guy out of Birmingham but you can’t take the Brummie out of the guy, Three old farts in a clapped out vehicle in a race against time.

Francine lifted her eyes to heaven when her boss handed over her first paycheck. She’d struggled hard to find a job, and she was glad to find one, even if it was a telemarketing job selling Healthy Nature magazine. Her boss was oily, and she worried her new employer wasn’t a legitimate business, but now she had money in her hand.

In honor of fallen officer MPSO Scotty Richardson who gave his life in the line of duty. Thank you Scotty.

I wrote this early this year about my life when I was younger.

A detective deals with finding a serial killer and his brother’s release from prison.

Poem.

A poem about police attitudes to people in this day and age.

No corruption
No corruption
It is very easy to say but the bare fact is we can’t run our system without corruption.

Here is chapter one (I will consider each post of this story a chapter) of my story, Somebodys Little Girl.