Mr. Roger White

By Bo Widerberg

I, Nick Lang, an agent with FBI, was having a cup of coffee when my phone rang. It was my old friend Maggie, that called my to tell that she saw a black car running over a young woman. The description I got from the police, didn't ring right with me. In my opinion they were both wrong. The woman hit by this black Honda, was Mary White, wife to the wealthy Roger White. As Mr. White knew he would be asked about his wife's death, he left Florida, driving north. However, he was arrested and brought back to Florida. A civil worker at the police station helped White escape. Roger White was found, with the help of Maggie, and her friend Julia, and he was shot when he killed a police officer. The civilian people that had helped White escape, decided to clean out his house. As White had been a wealthy man, they had no problem burglarizing his home. While searching for a fence, both Pedro and his brother Johnny were taken by the police. In this screwed up crime story, Even old Maggie, and her friend Julia had with luck and carefulness taken in eight million in a Poncy scam.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bo Widerberg
• Release date: Oct 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370246281

Bo Widerberg

My name is Bo Widerberg/artbcool, I am born in Europe too many years ago. Have lived with my family in Florida since 1985 and we are happy with our situation. Would feel a lot better if more people would read my stories.

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Mr. Roger

White

by

Bo Widerberg

All characters in this story are fictitious,

and any resemblance to real people,

living or dead, is coincidental.

©Bo Widerberg©

All rights reserved.

I was at home sitting down on my coach, enjoying a well-deserved cup of coffee, when this call from my old friend Maggie came in. She told me that she had witnessed an accident down by the supermarket. And as soon as I understood part of her info’, I knew it had not happened the way my dear old friend was explaining it to me. It could not have happened the way she spent over two hours, trying her best to describe this crime, or accident. And, the interpretation I later got from the police about this same accident, or crime, didn't ring true with me either.

Well, my friends, my name is Nick Lang, and I am an FBI agent. I have reached the age of thirty-five, and I might be slightly different than most of the population, because I love my work, I enjoy going to the office for the days crime solving. How many people can honestly say that? My work is mostly about solving crimes, searching for evidence, finding a felon, or re-capture an escaped prisoner. During my work as an agent, I have been shot at twice. Luckily by crocks that didn’t take the time, to learn how to use a gun.

I’m still a young man, around six feet tall, weigh in at hundred eighty-five pounds. No extra fat, but with well exercised muscles.