Broken

By Linda Mooney and Gail Smith

Three Stories of Non-Redemption

Eenie Meenie
Something lives in the big black plastic garbage bag. Something that isn't human. Something that depends on the goodwill of others to provide it with food. Fortunately, it's not particular if its meal is dead, long dead…or alive

Red Racing Stripes
All he wanted was a little paint modification for his new car.

UnSub
Lt. Sean Walsh puts his reputation on the line during the hunt for a vicious serial killer.  The last thing he expected was for the hunted to become the hunter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Mooney
• Release date: Oct 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781941321997

Linda Mooney

Linda loves to write sensuously erotic romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel. A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love. She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance. In addition, she write naughty erotic romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, and horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith. For more information about Linda Mooney books and titles, and to sign up for her newsletter, please visit her website. http://www.LindaMooney.com

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Eenie Meenie

Eenie Meenie Miney Moe,

Catch a tiger by the toe.

If he hollers, make him pay

Fifty dollars every day.

My mother told me to pick this one.

—Children’s Choosing Rhyme

One

This one was an elderly man, close to his seventies. He was dressed in stained and ragged clothing that had not seen a washing machine in many weeks.

The old man shuffled down the side of the highway, dragging a plastic bag in his wake. Every now and then he'd stop and stoop over to drop something into the bag. From his vantage point, Jack couldn't tell what it was the old geezer was collecting. But it was obvious this senior citizen wasn't helping to keep the highway clean by gathering roadside litter. By his best estimation, Jack put his money on aluminum cans.

Eenie Meenie Miney Jack.

Of course, everyone in the world knew that these old people stopped trusting banks years ago and now kept all their valuables and money nearby or on their persons. Especially vagrants like this one, who probably couldn't get a bank to open an account for him if his life depended on it. That's why old folks were such easy targets. They had neither the strength to fight back nor yell loud enough to get anyone's attention. Better still, drifters like Grandpa there had no cell phone or other resources to immediately contact the police if something should happen. Jack figured he'd have a good hour, if not more, before the cops were wise to him.

The old coot remained completely oblivious to the man sitting in the car parked less than a hundred feet away. He continued to closely examine the drainage ditch and patches of wildflowers, while picking up bits and scraps of whatever to toss into the black garbage bag.

The bag looked pretty full. A sizeable lump had accumulated at one end, making it harder for the guy to pull behind him. The lump itself was too rounded to look like a pile of cans. Jack dismissed his earlier supposition and wondered what the guy could have in there. He soon dismissed it. Time was a-wasting.

Don’t gimme no lip, don’t gimme no flack.

Sunset was predicted to commence at 7:06 PM. By Jack's watch it was just now seven. Dusk was falling rapidly, making it harder to see the old man plodding through the grass. People driving past sometimes honked their horns, as if to warn the man of their approach. Seeing Jack sitting behind the wheel of his car nearby, they probably thought the two men were together. Perhaps believing that Jack was letting the old codger—maybe his grandfather—search for any materials they could find