Daily Flash Entry 6\3\13

         The sands of the dessert lay in windswept lines, like ancient runes of some unknown language. A distant rock, shaped like an empty throne against the setting sun, marked the spot where he would turn right.
         Jim secretly hated prison drives, always feeling better returning rather than heading to a facility. Out in the dessert, through the passenger window, Jim saw a lone horse prancing playfully in the weathered corral of a dusty, rundown ranch. How human-like Jim thought, another puffed up and proud prisoner. “Lord of his domain, my ass! What bullshit!” Jim snorted aloud.
         Jim was a gray headed, cynical, seasoned investigator, retired from the F.B.I. He’d come to find retirement life too empty for his taste. Now he kept himself busy investigating large sum settlement cases for different insurance companies, like the multimillion dollar one he was working on now.
         The whole thing stank from the beginning. In his opinion, the cops were either lazy or stupid, add in a vindictive prosecutor and it was a slam-dunk. They were all bought off or brow beaten. It just didn’t add up. It was too convenient. It had to be a set up. Jim was convinced of it. It always came down to the essence, who had what to gain from it?
         The husband, and maybe that pretty attorney of hers, they had to be dirty. Jim could feel it in his gut. A three million dollar policy is nothing to sneeze at, even if a million ain’t what it use to be, Jim thought.
         His thoughts turned to the woman sitting somewhere up ahead in her cell. Poor thing, so in love and so naive, she never saw it coming. Well, she ain’t alone in this, Jim thought. I might be old, but I ain’t dead... yet.

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