#SnippetSunday – Hard-Boiled/Noir WIP – April 5, 2015
Snippet Sunday is a Facebook group for writers I’ve been privileged enough to have been accepted into.
From the group guidelines; “Welcome to Snippet Sunday, where writers come together to share a few sentences of their current project–whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.”
This week’s snippet is taken from the scene previewed in last week’s snippet.
Jake is in his room after taking a beating. Marisa is gone. Evangeline brought her cut man in to help put Jake’s face back together…
Santo pulled the enswell back, then probed my cheek with his bony fingers.
“Good bones,” he declared.
“Thanks?” I blinked at him.
“Should be in pieces,” he explained, reapplying the enswell, “but it’s holding together. You got good bones.”
He continued to poke around, hard enough for pain to cut through the numbness.
“Where’s Marisa?” I asked.
“I told you,” replied Evangeline, “she’s not here.”
“You didn’t mention you were a private investigator, Jake.”
I peered around Santo’s knuckles.
Evangeline had my wallet in one hand and one of my business cards in the other.
“You didn’t ask.”
She went to drop the wallet on the table, caught herself, then set it down on the nightstand.
“Where’d she go, Evangeline?”
“Where? I’d just be guessing,” she said. “Who with? That should be obvious, even to a trained private investigator.”
“He took her with him,” I muttered.
“That’s one way of saying it,” said Evangeline.
“There’s another way?”
I moved my head away from Santo. He slapped me behind the ear, then reapplied the enswell.
“Could say she went with him,” he said.
“Why the hell would she do that?”
Santo redoubled his focus on my eye. Evangeline found something to contemplate in the framed beach scene on the wall above my head.
“Who is he?” I demanded.
Santo straightened up and eyeballed me. He could have fit two more people inside the faded red bowling shirt he had on.
“You really wanna know?” he grunted.
Thanks, as always, for dropping by, and thanks for any feedback you feel inclined to leave.