The West Old & New Vol. III Issue III March 2014 | Page 14

Excerpt from Ida Hawkins, P.I.
EIGHT DAYS
“You can’t do this,” she screamed kicking her legs against him.
“You loved me. You can’t kill someone you love.” Frankie locked her
against his chest dragging her forward through the brushes toward the
river. “You’re going to kill me and then go home to her?” Ida screamed.
“It’s that easy, Frankie?” Ida aimed several wild kicks in succession for
the most sensitive area on his body. He knew what she was doing and
fought to stay out of the way but she got lucky and landed one that made
him let go. As he bent over in a deep groan of pain Ida flew through the
bushes behind him for open ground. Ida had once been fast on her feet
but the desk job was showing itself, her legs raw from movement and her
lungs searching for breath. It didn’t take Frankie long to catch up with
her. This time he grabbed both her hands