Mystery/Suspense

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Tiger Aliceson always dreamed of working hard-boiled
murder cases. He was now getting to live his dream after
accepting a job from one of Nashville’s top private
investigators, Sam Andrews.
Tiger arrives in Nashville to a double murder. The victims are
a wealthy middle-aged couple, brutally murdered in their
luxurious mansion. The double murder soon takes a back seat
in the investigation when another victim is murdered in the
same fashion. The only difference, this murder is a little more
violent, a little bloodier. The use of a sedative drug forces all
three victims to Sleep Before Death.
Fearing a serial killer is roaming the street of Nashville, and
that Lark Riverside is somehow centrally involved, if not the
killer’s next victim, both Sam and Tiger are determined to catch
the killer, even if it means breaking rules and withholding
evidence from the police.

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The building, from the outside, looked decrepit, as one might
see in an old horror movie. Tiger looked at the small piece of
wrinkled paper in his hand, the address was correct. Perhaps from
watching too many detective shows on TV the structure was not
the image he had visualized. He never expected to see an old rundown
house turned into an office.
Tiger was having second thoughts on his choice of attire as the
sun was rising high, bringing with it what promised to be another
hot Tennessee day. Always more comfortable in a pair of Levi’s and
loose-fitting tee, he now realized the suit was a mistake, but
thought it would make a good first impression.
Tiger looked around the small parking lot for an empty space.
Two of the four were already taken, occupying one space an old
beat-up pick-up, which looked more like it belonged in a savage
yard.
Tiger pulled his silver Toyota into one of the empty spaces. He
looked again at the piece of paper laying in the seat next to him.
Yeah it was the right address, but it was not what he expected; he expected a large office building with multiple floors, not a single
story almost-run-down house. Tiger turned off his car’s motor and
got out. He was beginning to really regret wearing the suit.
As he walked up the concrete sidewalk, he spotted for the first
time the small sign in the front lawn. Sam Andrews and Associates-
Private Investigations.
As he stood looking at the sign he wondered whom the other
associates were. He was under the understanding that Sam worked
alone. That is what Sam had led him to believe, that it was too much
for him to handle alone and he needed some help.
Tiger Aliceson never thought that his dream would come true;
he figured that he would be stuck in Warrenville assuming his
father’s role, but that was not what he truly wanted. He did not
want to live his life in Warrenville where they roll up the sidewalks
when the sun goes down. No one ever left the sleepy little town; it
was as if the town sucked a person in and held them against their
will. Yet, Tiger had found a loophole, a way out, and he was not
looking back.
Tiger was indeed his birth given name, named after his great
grandfather on his father’s side. Standing less than six feet, he
possessed no facial hair, which he believed contributed to his
youthful appearance, making him look younger than his twenty-four
years. His dark wavy hair was always worn short. Although slender
in build, he was muscular from working out. When he smiled, he
showed perfect white teeth; his dark brown eyes had the ability to
smile. Always present, the small diamond stud in his left ear.
As Tiger drove through Nashville to report for his first day on the
job, he thought. Nashville, Music City USA, had a nice ring,
seemed to roll off the tongue and fit the surroundings. Nashville was
nothing like the small town where he had grown up. Warrenville
did not have a nickname; if it did, it would be Get the hell out, and
get out while the getting is good.
Tiger had been in Nashville since Saturday; it was now Monday
morning. What he had seen of Music City, which was very little in
that short time, he liked. Tiger knew that he would never want to
leave and he was determined to make a life here.
Tiger’s move to Nashville was not to accomplish a lifelong
musical dream. He did not aspire to make it big in the music
business, as so many lonely souls roaming the streets of Nashville.
Although from time to time, Tiger would piddle with the guitar,
there were no visions of stardom dancing around inside his head.
Making it in the music business was not a part of his dream.
Tiger’s move to Nashville was to accept his dream job. He came
to work for one of Nashville’s top private investigators, Sam
Andrews. Tiger accepted the offer without a moment’s hesitation,
not taking a second to think of what he would have to leave behind.
Sam had worked for more than twenty years on the Nashville
Police Force as a homicide detective before leaving the force and
going into the private sector. While on the force Sam had formed
an extraordinary bond with his fellow officers; all would give him
special liberties.