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A PASSIONATE MURDER
10/17/2008 5:39:26 AM
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Hello to everyone here at Authorsden.com. As the author of six novels, I thought I would share some pieces of my work with all of you. I welcome feedback, because without you the reader...there would be no need for the writer.
Sam held his beautiful wife in his arms beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers and the elegance of soft music and the mesmerizing look in his eyes.
Her long black evening gown swaying against his firm muscular body; his hands solid against her slender body. He gave her a devoted smile and pulled Amanda even closer, his lipsbrushing feverishly against hers.
Amaanda was happy in his arms...safe and devoted to this unyeilding love for her. The many guests at this upscale political function could not help but take notice to the happy couple. The deep love and affection they felt for one another was obvious to everyone within a 50-mile radius, at least.
As the happy couple made it back to thier table; which they shared with a good thirty others; being senators, congressional representatives. high-ranking city officials and attorneys with some heavy influence in the D.C. area.
The conversation was on a lighter note however, at least to start with- then it grew into legislature and lobbist political agenda and the very important issue of Bill 42- concerning the connection of US Business and overseas oil distribution.
Sebator Mark Montgomery was only one of a handful on the opposing end of political reform and he made no bones about it.
Sam and Amanda sat across from Senator Montgomery listening to his concerns for the people of the United States and thier long-term conclusion to a serious issue.
"Eighty-nine dollars a barrel and two major oil fields shut down goes beyond restitution for any business man- why that's 12% of the U.S. production lost, and there's no excuse for it. We can do better than this." Montgomery acknowledged.
Then Senator Bob Wells spoke up. He was in his fifties and a conservative.
"Rumor has it that you have third party issues under your belt and maybe an announcement to make soon." he said with confidence.
Montogomery gave a passive look to his fellow guests and then a smile.
Sam's interest had been alerted as he watched the senator evade the situation al together, something he was very good at. Congressman Turner took a sip of his wine as his expression rested on his next remark.
"Gentlemen, I always have an announcement to make. For some reason the press finds me an interesting fellow." He laughed, giving away to some political relief with his relaxing charm and wit.
Amanda gave her husband a questionable look. Amanda and Sam exchanged glances over a taste of grilled tuna with fresh ground pepper and a sauce that did not do this dish justice. Amanda went to take a sip of water as she listened to Congressman Turner try to wiggle past the facts of diplomacy.
From the corner of Amanda's eye, she took notice to a tall slender man in uniform; a police uniform that she did not quite reconize, approach thier table.
The man in question clicked the mike on his collar and then approached Senator Montgomery with caution. He bent down and whispered something to the Senator, who in return agreed and stood up from the table., tossed his white linen napkin aside his plate and excused himself briefly. As the two men walked toward a corridor, which lead to an elegant staircase, Amanda took notice to the officer's feet- noticing that the man was not wearing standard footwear fro Metro Police.
Aside from the blue unform, badge and gun- the officer was wearing dark colored slip on shoes and not the standard issue footwear 472 for a patrol officer.
Amanda quickly stood up watching the Senator and the officer in question about to step out of the room.
"SENATOR MONTGOMERY!" She announced blindly.
The two men turned suddenly, facing the beautiful young woman. The Officer flashed his powerful eyes at Amanda. However before plainclothes security could make a move, two more unidentified police officers revealed themselves from the corridor of the huge banquet room.
The band of three lined the entrance, the leader of the bunch quickly pulled out an all black AEGXM8V2 Assulat rifle from one of his cohorts in the corridor and within seconds what had started out as an elegant dinner engagement, was now a war zone.
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