I had my FBI Citizen’s Academy tonight and I came up with another story idea . . . actually, it’s one I’ve had for awhile, but something clicked during the presentation on cybercrimes.

As the heir to the Farnsworth fortune, life for Miranda Farnsworth should be smooth sailing. Too bad it’s been filled with one betrayal after another. The first was the night she caught her high school boyfriend, Richard Blake, making out with his best friend’s sister. Betrayal number two was her junior year in college when she was informed of the details concerning her father’s fatal car accident, on his way home from a “business trip”. Maybe if his secretary had not been handling more than law briefs on the drive home they would both still be alive. The next betrayal was on the one year anniversary of her father’s death. This was the day her mother, Evelyn Farnsworth, chose to remarry. To make the day even more uncomfortable her mother had married, Donald Blake, Richard’s father. Now her boss, Senator Pfahler, had added to her list of betrayals.

Two people dead in suspected gang-related violence.

Trisha McDaniel was the newest member of Cincinnati’s Gang Task Force. She had joined the team last month, wanting to make a difference. Upon hearing her reason for joining the GTF, her new partner, Durkan Mahony, had suggested she quit law enforcement and become a nurse. Trisha was fourth generation cop. There were only two ways off the job; retirement or killed in the line of duty.

Thanks for doing this.

Mari drove past Ron’s office building at eight o’clock Thursday evening, just to see if he was still there, she told herself. He’d cancelled on one too many dinner dates and she wasn’t sure he really had to work late. No lights on in his second floor office, but his car was in the back lot. She gritted her teeth, where was he and who was he with?
The next morning Mari gave her mother a ride to a garden club meeting, which was two blocks from Ron’s office. When Mari drove on toward his office building there were five police vehicles parked around the building. Their emergency lights were not flashing, so what could this be? As she slowly pulled around the corner she saw Ron’s car still parked where it was last night, and there were two policemen with gloves on going through his car.
Ron, what have you done?
Sherry

From last week’s Newsweek: 12 y/o runs away because she’s failing 5th grade and is afraid of her father. Family eventually found her on the street in a downtown entertainment district. She runs away again. Is taken in by a couple, who made her “earn her keep” by working as a stripper at Dallas’s Diamonds Cabaret. Apparently, she is a 12 y/o in an 18 y/o body. The man forced her to perform oral sex on him. Held her against her will, etc.

Lots could be done with that story

The closer I got to my son’s elementary school, the deeper my sense of panic became. Twenty minutes earlier at the office, I answered my cell phone and listened to an automated message telling me that the school was being evacuated due to a terroristic threat at a nearby college campus. I parked my car haphazardly along the street and rushed inside the school to find my child. The halls were crowded with frightened children and frantic parents; the scene was almost surreal. I pushed and shoved until I found my son standing in a distant corner. He was only eleven years old, still my baby, but the second I reached him and looked into his cold and empty eyes, I knew, and I was terrified.

Just a follow-up: I have two son’s; I’m the one with the twisted mind, not them!