In this final part of A Spill of Sangria Blood, zoo security guard Torely Stone comes face-to-face with the killer of his best friend Tom Dantry. Of course, he’s nearly killed himself, goes on a wild chase, and finally corners the killer behind the elephant enclosure
Part Three: The Spill of Sangria Blood (Torely Stone continues to investigate the death of Tom Dantry by interviewing suspects Jenna Shaw and Rachel Holt. He also comes face-to-face with the killer and pays the price as he dances with the devil in the third part of the novella The Spill of Sangria Blood.) The Kokosia Zoo was a sensory overload on this balmy Saturday afternoon. A discord of shrieks—both human and animal—assaulted my ears…
From the wound, a stream of sangria-colored blood spilled onto the brick path.
This murder ended the life of my good friend Tom Danty.
I have a reputation to seek justice, which I plan to do even if it takes giving up my retirement job as a zoo security guard to find the killer.
A small hand tugged on his sleeve. He opened his eyes to see a girl holding a cheese and bologna sandwich. He smelled it. She pushed the sandwich his way.
Incessant.Yip, Yap, Yip, Yip, Yap, Yip.Such a loud bark for such a little dog. The town crier finished his speech and dove under flipping up dirt with his tail. He popped back again for another retort. Yip, Yip, Yip. I had been warned. The small hill of prairie dogs spread out over two acres in the middle of town walled off from the children climbing on the stonewall. The dogs didn’t like visitors. Especially, ones…
Luminescence in the crystals made them shine when his brother extinguished the light. An eerie light show flooded the cave.
She was aware of its presence. It’s eye never wavered. She felt it’s breath. It’s foul stench wafted to her nose. She rushed to the edge and hid under a leaf. Trembling, she waited for it to plunge and dared not exhale.
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Waslken pointed the pod toward a bright spot on the blue marble and rode the adrenaline rush as the planet’s atmosphere burned off bumpy mollusks clinging to his spaceship. The ship emerged shiny and clean cruising into a dusky sky opposite the glow of space. He recalibrated his descent and selected a dark spot away from the city lights.
He was a big fish in this little pond of 6,000, the smallest television news market in America. When he went out, people swarmed and begged for an autograph.
Besides being known by the women of Glendive for his smile, wink, and perfectly combed hair, he was known by the men as the crazy dude who was always running around poking his nose into the reasons behind cattle stench, house fires, bar fights, and rodeo bareback events.