Blood Is Thicker Than Water (A New Adult Dark Thriller Series of Mystery and Suspense) ( free series of thriller, mystery, suspense and horror) (Next Of Kin Book 1) by Aray Brown Page B
Authors: Aray Brown
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man.
“I don’t have a father.” Medina glared at him.
“Ava! We have to go!” A woman cried out.
“Bye.”Ava said.
“Bye.” Medina mumbled under her breath. She looked up. The social worker motioned to the car. She walked towards him, got in the back seat, glanced at Isabel. They visualized what their new life would be like. What kind of foster parents they would have. No one could ever take Zoe’s place. They knew going in that whatever mother they’d get stuck with would be a mere consolation prize.
January, 2000
The twin’s first foster family was temporary, an old brick house that was owned by an old lady. She had a gang of kids who were deemed unwanted and unloved. She ruled with an iron fist and gave all the love she could, in her own unique way. It was a home but it wasn’t theirs. They wouldn’t have a place to call home again. They made a few friends but most of the time kept to themselves. It was hard getting used to a new place. The girls and boys who resided there made up their minds about the twins, labeling them as stuck up and vain. The twins spent most nights lying in bed, letting their imaginations carry them to a far off place, where they could be anyone they wanted to be and go anywhere they wanted to go. They escaped their troubles by creating their own little world. To deal with the bad hand life had dealt them.
The next morning their worst fear had been realized. Two social workers had come to the old house to split them up, revving their engines with anticipation. Lord knows what kind of people they would put them with. Everyone was different. They embraced and held on tight. Neither one of them wanted to let go. They didn’t want to say goodbye. Medina and Isabel vowed to be together even when they weren’t, courtesy of their secret world.
Medina and Isabel screamed as the workers pulled them apart. They shoved them in the back of the cars. Medina promised this wasn’t the end as she looked out the window, ogling Isabel. Isabel returned the gaze. They can’t keep us apart forever. She thought. Medina knew this didn’t mean goodbye forever. Just for a little while.
Isabel called out a name. K.O.L. Before the rest of the letters flew out of her mouth, Medina made a shush gesture like it was forbidden. Isabel nodded in agreement as they drifted further and further away.
13.
Maize glanced at his watch. He was an emotional wreck.
Where the hell is Spoonie? He thought. He nervously straightened his tie. Spoonie came busting through the doors, wearing a pinstripe suit and glasses. Both made him look distinguished. He came prepared, ready for anything the prosecutor threw at him. That made one of them.
Hamilton & Dunn was a medium sized firm. One of the well established firms in Chicago. They lost cases. But they also won a lot of them, which put Maize’s mind at ease. When Spoonie first got word of what had happened, he hired a P.I. to track Henry down but it seemed he had fallen off the face of the earth. No trace of him anywhere. Henry didn’t return to his beloved hometown, where the police were waiting to detain him. Spoonie wasn’t the kind to give up so easily. He figured he’d slip up sooner or later and when the moment comes he’ll be there to catch him.
“Sorry, was held up.” Spoonie said.
“No problem, it’s just my life.” Maize said.
“All rise” The bailiff declared.
They stood in front of the judge. The prosecutor smirked at them. As far as she was concerned, it was an open and shut case and he would die by lethal injection.
“Court is now in session, the honorable Hal Weitzman presiding.” The bailiff announced.
“You may be seated. Mr. Blevins you are charged with first degree murder. How do you plead?” The judge asked.
“Not guilty.” Maize said.
“Your honor, I intend to prove that Mr. Blevins is nothing more than a common
“I don’t have a father.” Medina glared at him.
“Ava! We have to go!” A woman cried out.
“Bye.”Ava said.
“Bye.” Medina mumbled under her breath. She looked up. The social worker motioned to the car. She walked towards him, got in the back seat, glanced at Isabel. They visualized what their new life would be like. What kind of foster parents they would have. No one could ever take Zoe’s place. They knew going in that whatever mother they’d get stuck with would be a mere consolation prize.
January, 2000
The twin’s first foster family was temporary, an old brick house that was owned by an old lady. She had a gang of kids who were deemed unwanted and unloved. She ruled with an iron fist and gave all the love she could, in her own unique way. It was a home but it wasn’t theirs. They wouldn’t have a place to call home again. They made a few friends but most of the time kept to themselves. It was hard getting used to a new place. The girls and boys who resided there made up their minds about the twins, labeling them as stuck up and vain. The twins spent most nights lying in bed, letting their imaginations carry them to a far off place, where they could be anyone they wanted to be and go anywhere they wanted to go. They escaped their troubles by creating their own little world. To deal with the bad hand life had dealt them.
The next morning their worst fear had been realized. Two social workers had come to the old house to split them up, revving their engines with anticipation. Lord knows what kind of people they would put them with. Everyone was different. They embraced and held on tight. Neither one of them wanted to let go. They didn’t want to say goodbye. Medina and Isabel vowed to be together even when they weren’t, courtesy of their secret world.
Medina and Isabel screamed as the workers pulled them apart. They shoved them in the back of the cars. Medina promised this wasn’t the end as she looked out the window, ogling Isabel. Isabel returned the gaze. They can’t keep us apart forever. She thought. Medina knew this didn’t mean goodbye forever. Just for a little while.
Isabel called out a name. K.O.L. Before the rest of the letters flew out of her mouth, Medina made a shush gesture like it was forbidden. Isabel nodded in agreement as they drifted further and further away.
13.
Maize glanced at his watch. He was an emotional wreck.
Where the hell is Spoonie? He thought. He nervously straightened his tie. Spoonie came busting through the doors, wearing a pinstripe suit and glasses. Both made him look distinguished. He came prepared, ready for anything the prosecutor threw at him. That made one of them.
Hamilton & Dunn was a medium sized firm. One of the well established firms in Chicago. They lost cases. But they also won a lot of them, which put Maize’s mind at ease. When Spoonie first got word of what had happened, he hired a P.I. to track Henry down but it seemed he had fallen off the face of the earth. No trace of him anywhere. Henry didn’t return to his beloved hometown, where the police were waiting to detain him. Spoonie wasn’t the kind to give up so easily. He figured he’d slip up sooner or later and when the moment comes he’ll be there to catch him.
“Sorry, was held up.” Spoonie said.
“No problem, it’s just my life.” Maize said.
“All rise” The bailiff declared.
They stood in front of the judge. The prosecutor smirked at them. As far as she was concerned, it was an open and shut case and he would die by lethal injection.
“Court is now in session, the honorable Hal Weitzman presiding.” The bailiff announced.
“You may be seated. Mr. Blevins you are charged with first degree murder. How do you plead?” The judge asked.
“Not guilty.” Maize said.
“Your honor, I intend to prove that Mr. Blevins is nothing more than a common
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