Reporter Nadia Maverick takes an adventure through the underbelly of her town where she discovers that even the criminal life she had been reporting on isn't quite like it seemed. Things turn bad for Nadia when in the middle of an investigation the tables are turned and she becomes the one under the watchful eye of Mr. A. Everyone becomes a suspect when Nadia turns up missing. Who will be there to set her free? Read and see.
Ashley finds her strength through her family, especially her parents. They always support her in life, they push her to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that Ashley heard in her youth through her Taekwondo life 'Reach for the Stars' and that is what Ashley has always done. It was through her upbringing that the values Ashley has and display's came from. With her Parents always cheering her on in life she was able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to conquer the world.
Anabella, Kain, and Nadia cleaned up the living room after Leonand Daman were sound asleep in their beds. It had been a big night for them, watching their first Presidential Election on television. Four years ago neither had been old enough to maintain interest, but this year they had learned about it in school and were full of questions. Between asking how a political party gets their mascot and why they are the colors that they are, everyone had a good night making predictions and cheering for their nominees that won.
Kain had decided to make a game out of it, so each boy picked which color they thought a state would turn, and if they were right they got fifty cents. Daman walked away with five dollars and Leonscrapped by with just a buck. The adults had fun watching both boys scream at the television for the states to turn red or blue, and in the end, everyone learned a valuable lesson. Screaming at the television scares the cat! No one could find Triple T. They searched high and low, then finally gave up around ten p.m.
“Looks like another four years of the same.” Kain didn’t sound happy or sad about that, but anyone who knew him understood the lack of emotion said a lot.
“Yeah, but does any of that really matter? I don’t vote in these things anyway, waste of time.” Anabella had always been the one who felt one vote didn’t count. Nadia had spent countless hours trying to convince her that, while one vote might not decide something, a million ‘one votes’ do, but she never listened.
“Gah, come on, no more politics. We just spent four hours screaming at the television for quarters; I say we go to our corners, lick our respective wounds, and save it for four more years.” Nadia walked out of the kitchen with the trash bag in hand; she loved politics, just not tonight.
“Here, I got that, sis.” Kain came up and took the bag from her; she smiled and plopped down on the couch.
“Who’s up for a little Twilight Zone?” Anabella looked from her brother to her sister; neither of them were budging when she shrugged. “Your loss. I saw Leon had put some on the DVR, you know how much we used to enjoy that with Mom.”
“No thanks, chica. I’m gonna head into the bedroom and do a little work.” Nadia hugged Kain when she walked past him and waved goodnight to Anabella.
“Don’t work too hard; you know you’re supposed to be resting.” Kain gave her the look; his stern warning silenced the room. Everyone was worried about Nadia, including her.
She gave a smile and a quick nod, then walked into the room she and Anabella had been sharing. She saw that curled up on her pillow was Triple T. The little stinker somehow had snuck back into the room. She sat down on the other side of the bed and turned her laptop on. Triple T stretched on the pillow and came over to her leg. She pet the back of his head, he rubbed up against her knee. His little purr made Nadia think of the simple things in life, how the smallest thing could bring so much joy.
She pulled up the website for her newspaper and saw that the articles had already begun being posted. She was missing out on one of the busiest days of the year. Last election the paper had a big to-do and she had missed the festivities by a few months, this year had promised to be a great news year with the two candidates, and now she had to read others covering it. They were always looking for a controversial article that would increase the following that was her position; she wrote what no one else wanted to. It looked like they got Jane from entertainment to cover her spot. Front page; she had taken her front page spot.
Nadia couldn’t sit idle and watch things pass by like she wasn’t supposed to be working. There wasn’t any way she could not think about Carlisleand his men. She got up, went to her work bag, and pulled out her notebook, all of the things she had researched and taken down about the pet shop laid out before her. Triple T looked up at her; his curious face made her smile. He curled up on her pillow again and fell back to sleep. She watched him. All of this had started because of him, her wanting to get a cat.
“What trouble you caused, little guy. Who would have known wanting a cat would end up in death and corruption?”
Triple T ignored her and she went back to reading her notes. After a few pages of reading, she pulled her laptop onto her lap and began typing. She couldn’t stop; her fingers lead the way.
Mr. A –A Ghost in the Shadows of our Streets
It is a sad day in Cedar Rapidswhen corruption takes over our world.
Do you want to let evil disband our justice system? Do you want the ones who move in the shadows to control our government officials?
If this is the world you choose to live in, then welcome to our new reality. I’ve witnessed this criminal at work; I’ve seen what he is capable of. He has his hands in the pot; he’s stirring up trouble and deciding who lives and who dies. Now who do you and I have to turn to for protection when those we elect into office are in his pocket?
Greed always overpowers. He is paying off the wealthy, putting more money into their pockets, leaving you and me as the poor victims. VICTIMS! That is what we are. He is robbing us of our safety, of our children’s safety, and turning our hopes and dreams into nothing but fear.
I am calling each of you to take a stand, a stand for justice, a stand for truth, and a stand for our rights.
Do not let this man, known as Mr. A, this ghost in our shadows, win. Don’t let him ruin our good city. Write the mayor, write the police chief, and alert your friends and neighbors. We have a predator roaming our streets and we won’t let him control us. We will rise and take back what is ours!
This reporter has always given you the truth, and I will not be silenced. I’ve seen this Ghost moving through the night, and I for one am appalled that we the people are walking along side of him in the streets.
He leaves a chalk mark of a snake on each of his victim’s chests. Male or female he kills both evenly, so take heed to my warning and protect yourselves.
Your honest reporter – Nadia.