#lyssa thompson

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Days Gone--Ch. 6

Chapter 6

           Reid watched the second hand tick as the gears in his mind ground against one another. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with the crippling sense of helplessness. His dark eyes skipped over Lyssa’s face each time his gaze circled the evidence boards.

           “Damn it,” he swore under his breath. “What am I missing?”

***

           “We have to be missing something, Hotch,” JJ said as she glanced over at Reid. “There’s some piece of the profile that’s off.”

           “It’s not wrong,” Hotch replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “But there has to be something that we’ve missed. Or overlooked.”

           Morgan drew out his cellphone and pressed speed dial. It rang twice before it connected.

           “Garcia. Go for your girl.”

           “Tell me you have something, baby girl,” Morgan sighed. He rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “Anything come up in your search?”

           He heard the deep intake of breath. For the first time since Lyssa’s picture showed up on the evidence board, he started to have some hope. “So,” Garcia began, “I did a deep dive into everything I could find about the financials of the bookstore and our four victims. Now, we know that the bookstore is the only thing they have in common. But! It actually isn’t. A deeper spelunking showed that all four of them are or have previously used the same bank. It didn’t show up before because two of them recently switched banks and practically scrubbed their old accounts—which by the way is like super weird because the average person doesn’t do that. It takes someone crazy good to do that. And, you know, it’s insanely expensive.”

           “That’s it?” Morgan felt his sense of hope slipping away. “C’mon, Garcia. You gotta give me more than that.”

           “Hold your horses, handsome,” she teased. “When I was able to compare the remaining open accounts, something fuzzy showed up. In the days leading up to their disappearance, both of them made some fishy withdrawals of exactly $223. Now, you can’t get that specific amount from an ATM. You have to go inside. So, I figure a teller would notice if a woman came into the bank twice a day for a week to do a cash withdrawal that specific.”

           “That’s good, baby girl. Give me the account information and the teller names as soon as you can.”

           Garcia chuckled. “Already on the way, sweet cheeks. And the bank is waiting for you.”

***

           Prentiss stepped into the air-conditioned lobby of the bank, tucking her sunglasses into the collar of her shirt. It was surprisingly hot and humid for the mountains of North Carolina. She flashed her ID to the security guard, who nodded and slipped away to the manager’s office.

           While she waited, Prentiss looked around. Her eyes landed on the tellers. Cameras watched each of them from over their shoulders. Still more cameras recorded the front doors and the entrance to the vault. It was entirely likely—or actually certain—that Garcia had already pulled the security footage. With or without permission from the bank.

           “Agent Prentiss?”

           “Yes,” she said, holding out her hand toward the woman who’d just appeared. The bank manager was a striking figure with pale blonde hair and dark black eyes. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me.”

           “Of course,” the manager said calmly. “Let’s go to my office.”

           Prentiss followed the manager across the lobby and into a glass fronted office. She sank into an uncomfortable chair as the manager swept around and settled in behind the desk. A nameplate identified her as Veronica Addams.

           The moment Ms. Addams took her place across the desk, Prentiss spoke up. “I believe Agent Garcia told you why I’m here.”

           “She said it had something to do with some unusual activity in a few of our accounts. I’m surprised the FBI personally came down to deal with something like this.”

           “It’s actually a bit more than that, Ms. Addams. The accounts in question belong to three murder victims and a missing woman.” She watched the bank manager as she explained the reasons for her visit. “Two of them made a series of unusual cash withdrawals in the weeks leading up to their disappearance. Two others had accounts with this bank that were closed and almost completely digitally erased.”

           The manager’s brow furrowed as she leaned forward. “That’s unlikely. We keep complete digital records of all of our accounts, even those that are closed.”

           “Still. I’d like to speak with your tellers. To see if they can provide any additional information.”

           “Feel free, Agent Prentiss. But hundreds of people come in every day. I can’t guarantee that they’ll even know these women.” Addams kept her voice low, as if she feared someone might hear through the glass. “People here are just account numbers. Not names and faces.”

           For a moment, Prentiss wanted to reach across the table and slap the woman in disgust.

***

           “Okay, kid,” Morgan said as he stepped up beside Reid, who was still staring at the evidence board. “Garcia found something in the victims’ financials.”

           Reid turned toward him with a scowl that Morgan had never seen before. “Don’t call her a victim. Lyssa isn’t a victim.”

           There was a rage boiling through Reid’s veins. Beneath all of it was an overwhelming sense of helplessness and loss. His mind skidded to a halt; the blood poured from his brain straight to his toes. Reid stumbled. Slipped. Linoleum rushed up toward him.

           He caught himself on the edge of a nearby desk. His head swam as he sank down into the chair. Morgan watched him carefully. The color slowly came back to Reid’s face. Still, he scooted a trash can into place between the younger man’s knees.

***

           An alarm blared on the screen behind Garcia. She whipped around, fingers going to the keyboard with practiced ease. She reached out with her left hand for a pen and pad.

           “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh. Oh no. No, no, no, no.”

           Garcia’s heart galloped in her chest. Her stomach twisted into a tight knot. She dialed the phone with shaking fingers.

           “What is it, baby girl?” Morgan’s eyes raked over Reid in worry.

           “Derek, they’ve found another body.”

           Morgan’s brow furrowed as he looked around. “What?” His voice dropped into a whisper. “There’s nothing coming through here. How do you already know that?”

           Garcia’s fingers trembled harder. “Because it’s not there! It’s on the Blue Ridge Parkway across the state line in Tennessee.”

           “Don’t tell me…” He turned and walked away from Reid. His eyes squeezed shut. He thought he was going to be sick. “How do they know it’s connected?”

           “I set up an alert with the parameters of the M.O. for this unsub. Anything that even resembled the previous bodies would come through.” Garcia took a deep breath. “There’s no ID on the body yet.”

           Morgan stalked across the room toward where Rossi and Hotch sat at the conference table, files spread out in front of them as they discussed the case. He sat his phone on the table between them. “Garcia, you’re on speaker. I’m with Hotch and Rossi. Tell them exactly what you just told me.”

           The moment Garcia finished explaining what she’d found, Rossi stood up. “Send me the details right now. I’m on my way.”

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Tag List

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[hannasbookshelf]

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

The Spanish Love Deception - Elena Armas

The Enemy Trap - Maren Moore

Throttled - Lauren Asher

Collided - Lauren Asher

Wrecked - Lauren Asher

Redeemed - Lauren Asher

The Wrong Game - Kandi Steiner

The Roommate - Rosie Danan

It Happened One Summer - Tessa Bailey

Hook, Line, and Sinker - Tessa Bailey

Beach Read - Emily Henry

People We Meet on Vacation - Emily Henry

Book Lovers - Emily Henry

Love in the Time of Serial Killers - Alicia Thompson

Love on the Brain - Ali Hazelwood

How to Fake it in Hollywood - Ava Wilder

Funny You Should Ask - Elissa Sussman

The American Roommate Experiment - Elena Armas

The Bromance Book Club - Lyssa Kay Adams

Undercover Bromance - Lyssa Kay Adams

Crazy Stupid Bromance - Lyssa Kay Adams

Isn't It Bromantic - Lyssa Kay Adams

The Marriage Game - Sara Desai

The Dating Plan - Sara Desai

The Singles Table - Sara Desai

When in Rome - Sarah Adams

The Wall of Winnipeg and Me - Mariana Zapata

From Lukov with Love - Mariana Zapata

A Very Merry Bromance - Lyssa Kay Adams

Window Shopping - Tessa Bailey

[salemspointgossip]

What are your brotp's/notp's/otp's?

“Brotps we love to see: Wren and Lenny, Dawson and Caitlyn, Bentley and everyone he looks at, Finley and Cassidy, Maddox and Remi, Zeke and Devlin.Notps we can’t stand: There isn’t any pairing we can’t get behind with the right provocation.Otps we shamefully want: Sawyer and Cassidy, Devlin and Finley, Greyson and Jaxon, Thalia and Jamie, Zeke and Lenny and Maddox, Lyssa and Lyra, Bonnie and Wren.”

@wrxn, @lennymercier, @dawsonwoodruff, @cthompsxn, @bentley-campbell, @finleyxdcrius, @cassidygautixr, @theravenbcy, @remixvalentine, @sawycrking, @devlinxclery, @zxkecallen, @greyson-roberts, @jxdubois, @thalialevesquexx, @reapcrx, @lysdeveraux, @valentinelyra, @fcghterx

[notxjustxstories]

IT’S DONE!

The wlw video i’ve spent the past 8-9 months working on is finally done! Special thank you to @afluffykiwi @alivrse @chantelroyal @curious-kittens-ocs @harleyquinnzelz @hermosoharry @kendelias @megdonnellys @newthomally @ofbadchoices @perfectlystiles @randomestfandoms-ocs @susiesamurai @the-elena-show @trench-coat-wearing-angel @trianglegoddess @twinmasks and @villahnelles for letting me use their ocs!

Full list below the cut--

afluffykiwi: Ivy Hart, Helen Adams, and Sasha Chayka

alivrse: Stefanie Salvatore and Adira

chantelroyal: Natalie Lance, Mina St. Clair, Aurora Cody, Cordelia Cortese, Cassondra Fuller, Abigail Hawthorne, Valentia Flores, Alexandra Edison, and Esmerelda Rivera

curious-kittens-ocs: Riley Wayne

harleyquinnzelz: Luna Starling

hermosoharry: Valeria Acosta and Monica Boyea

kendelias: Molly Boyd, Lucy Stilinski-Hale, Prim Pan, Margo Babineaux, Valentina Smackle-Hart, Nova Warin, Winifred Winn, and Maya Lynn

megdonnellys: Hazel Sommers

newthomally: Elektra Ren

notxjustxstories: Zephyr Westergaard, Sophie Martin-Bustier, Raegan Barnes, Danielle Agreste, Willow, Aabagael Belnap, Destiny Scott, Jasmine Robles, Viviana Mendoza, Harper Houghlin, Angel, Lyssa El, Grace Turner, Gwendolyn Agreste, Sparrow Fury, Faedra Lawson, Brenna Banner, Remi Crane, Charlie Davenport, Paxton Halliwell, Di Saltzman, Laura Whitaker, and Darcy Stevens

ofbadchoices: Qianna Coldwater, Selena Savoretti, and Sage Frostwax

perfectlystiles: Hazel Martin and Athena Ainsworth

randomestfandoms-ocs: Alyssa Solomon, Ainsley Winchester, Mallory Mason, Alice Valliere, Abigail White, Arianne Martin, Elise Charming, Bex Wayland, Riley Solo, Alexis Argent, Princess Isabelle, Felicity Taylor, Aisling Greyjoy, Ryann Hernandez-Viamonte, Aaliyah Andrews, Amethyst Adams, Kristiana Keller, Pandora Peabody, Addison Blake, Aurelia Agreste, Nikki Rogers, Tesla Banner, Rose Blossom, Cora Royce, June McLaughlin, Rosalind Flores, Lyra Lovell, Stevie Cooper, Amelia Bolton, Aaliya Andrews, Bella Baxter, Calypso Lokidottir, Beverly Mantle, Summer Simmons, Joey Hargreeves, April King, Venus Avery, Summer Sol, Delaney Carlyle, Angelica Hopper, Kit Holmes, Carter Lane, Dorothy Madison, Matilda Banks, Beth Thompson, Marilyn Pillsbury, Carrington Minkus, Pandora, Gemini Black

susiesamurai: Cate Archer and Sora Parl

the-elena-show: Noemi Ricci

trench-coat-wearing-angel: Kimmy Hanscom

triangelgoddess: Alex Linsteadt and Marley Kraweic

twinmasks: Juno Hargreeves

villahnelles: Evan Moreno

[burnedbyshoto]

To add on to what wonderful lyssa said, there are also afro-latinx people, so not all Latinx people are fair-skinned, as she mentioned already. Some examples of afro-latino people being Miles Morales (comic book chara), Tessa Thompson, and Lupita Nyong’o!

yes yes yes!!!! sorry that’s something I myself need to improve on. I automatically include afro-latinos into my general latino but I know that I shouldnt!!!!!! afro-latinos are a very very shunned section in latino culture because ya know they think “oh well even if we’re hated at least we don’t have afro blood” so they’re so fucking racist.

afro-latinos are latinos and they are afro. now I dont blame them if they dont want to align with the latinos because I will admit fair skinned and even darker skinned latinos are racist pigs too, but thank you for reminding me that I do need to say something about it because then they continue being shoved under the mat.

you afro-latinx have an ally in me, i’m here for you. I am a white passing latina and im not afraid now or ever to be your shield because I know that ill be reprimanded way less than you all. I love you all though :D

[book-warehouse-broadway]

As if we all didn’t have enough to read, here are the books we’re looking forward to most in November!

November 2

Voices from the Skeena - Roy Henry Vickers

November 5

The Bromance Book Club - Lyssa Kay Adams

Call Down the Hawk - Maggie Stiefvater

Finding Chika - Mitch Albom

The Flame - Leonard Cohen

The Dinky Donkey - Craig Smith

The Dreamers - Karen Thompson Walker

The Family Upstairs - Lisa Jewell

The Fowl Twins - Eoin Colfer

Girls of Storm and Shadow - Natasha Ngan

In the Dream House - Carmen Maria Machado

The Langoliers - Stephen King

Legacy - Shannon Messenger

The Midwinter Witch - Molly Knox Ostertag

North Korea Journal - Michael Palin

The Ocean at the End of the Lane (Illustrated Edition) - Neil Gaiman

Once Upon a River - Diane Setterfield

Reinvention - Arlene Dickinson

Sofia Valdez, Future Prez - Andrea Beaty

The Starless Sea - Erin Morgenstern

Supernova - Marissa Meyer

Winterwood - Shea Ernshaw

The Witches Are Coming - Lindy West

Wrecking Ball - Jeff Kinney

You Are Awesome - Neil Pasricha

November 12

The Andromeda Evolution - Michael Crichton

Carrie Fisher - Sheila Weller

An Irish Country Family - Patrick Taylor

The Langoliers - Stephen King

Man's 4th Best Hospital - Samuel Shem

Run Away - Harlan Coben

Twisted Twenty-Six - Janet Evanovich

November 14

Here We Are - Oliver Jeffers

November 19

The Captain and the Glory - Dave Eggers

Cold Falling White - G S Prendergast

Magical Beings of Haida Gwaii - Terri-Lynn Williams-Davidson

A Minute to Midnight - David Baldacci

My Book with No Pictures - B J Novak

The Plant Paradox Family Cookbook - Steven R Gundry, MD

The Queen of Nothing - Holly Black

The Science of Why, Volume 4 - Jay Ingram

A Warning - Anonymous

November 26

The Gentleman's Guide to Getting Lucky - Mackenzi Lee

Ian McKellen - Garry O'Connor

The Penguin Book Quiz - James Walton

The Princess in Black and the Bathtime Battle - Shannon Hale

The Rise of Magicks - Nora Roberts

Starsight - Brandon Sanderson

Under Occupation - Alan Furst

November 28

The Hero - Lee Child

[trashmenace]

Zebra Horror to 1991

Zebra horror through 1991Below is a comprehensive list of the almost 200 horror novels Zebra Books released through 1991.  Horror continued to be released regularly until Zebra shut down their horror line in 1996, but starting in 1991 horror started started splitting off into Silence of the Lambs knock-offs, Interview with a Vampire copies, and young adult style covers. A full cover gallery with shop links over at Trash Menace Gallery 1974 Dementia by Keith Parnell 1975 Satan's Daughters by Othello Peters 1977 Hell Hound by Ken Greenhall The Soul by Ron Gorton 1978 Replica by Lionel Saben The Ashes of Tamar by Elizabeth Wade 1979 Dracula in Love by John Shirley Benediction by Joseph P. Furek There is a Serpent in Eden by Robert Bloch Long Night by P.B. Gallagher The Rite by Gregory Douglas 1980 Caly by Sharon Combes Wild Violets by Ruth Baker Field The Nest by Gregory Douglas Cherron by Sharon Combes 1981 Moondeath by Rick Hautala The Devil's Kiss by William W. Johnstone Act of Love by Joe R. Lansdale The Witching by Fritzen Ravenswood Great Liquidator by J.V. Grombach Unholy Smile by Gregory A. Douglas Death-Coach by J. N. Williamson Mysteries of the Worm by Robert Bloch Unholy Goddess by Baker Stein Halloween II (Novelization) by Jack Martin The Spawning by Fritzen Ravenswood Ghost Mansion by J. N. Williamson Death-Angel by J. N. Williamson Sweet Revenge by Dick Beaird 1982 The Uninvited by William W. Johnstone The Unblessed by Paul Richards The Evil One by J. N. Williamson The Initiation by William W. Johnstone The Witching by Fritzen Ravenswood Death-School by J. N. Williamson Moon Lake by Stephen Gresham Traces by Patricia Wallace Night Bait by Phillip Straker The Trident by Joel Hammil Extraterrestrial by Julian Shock Horror Mansion by J. N. Williamson Slice of Life by James Kisner Wolfsbane by William W. Johnstone Blood Knot by Bruce Algozin Moonbog by Rick Hautala Night Lust by Phillip Straker Death-Doctor by J. N. Williamson 1983 Devil's Heart by William W. Johnstone Videodrom by Jack Martin A Crying Shame by William W. Johnstone White Noise by R.F. Beaird The Taint by Patricia Wallace The Nursery by William W. Johnstone MaMa by Ruby Jean Jensen Death Screen by Richard F. Beaird 1984 Rip Tide by Donald D. Cheatham The Stalker by Claude Teweles Rockabye Baby by Stephen Gresham The Devil's Touch by William W. Johnstone 1985 Sweet Dreams by William W. Johnstone Home Sweet Home by Ruby Jean Jensen The Children's Ward by Patricia Wallace Daddy's Little Girl by Daniel Ransom Half Moon Down by Stephen Gresham Soul Eater by Dana Brookins Only Child by Patricia Wallace Best Friends by Ruby Jean Jensen Child's Play by Andrew Neiderman 1986 Rockinghorse by William W. Johnstone Twice Blessed by Patricia Wallace The Doll by Josh Webster Dew Claws by Stephen Gresham Cat's Cradle by William W. Johnstone Night Stone by Rick Hautala Wait and See by Ruby Jean Jensen Toys in the Attic by Daniel Ransom The Alchemist by Les Whitten Jack-In-The-Box by William W. Johnstone Deadly Ernest by Daniel Lynch Teacher's Pet by Andrew Neiderman The Shadow Man by Stephen Gresham 1987 Piper by Brett Rutherford and John Robertson The Dollkeeper by Jack Scaparro Fertility Rights by Fay N. Zachary Annabelle by Ruby Jean Jensen Sight Unseen by Andrew Neiderman Blood Bath by Linda Stahl Borlik Midnight Boy by Stephen Gresham The Devil's Cat by William W. Johnstone Night Whisper by Patricia Wallace Cry Wolf by Alan B. Chronister Shadow Child by Joseph A. Citro Sleep Tight by Matthew Costello Baby Grand by William W. Johnstone The Evil One by J.N. Williamson Chain Letter by Ruby Jean Jensen Night Caller by Daniel Ransom A Killing Frost by Daniel Lynch Water Baby by Patricia Wallace Dream House by Christopher Fahy Toy Cemetary by William W. Johnstone Witch Child by Elizabeth Lloyd 1988 Smoke by Ruby Jean Jensen Little Brothers by Rick Hautala Guardian Angels by Joseph A. Citro Hocus-Pocus by Jack Scaparro Blood Sisters by Deborah Sherwood House of Illusion by Ruby Jean Jensen Deadly Nature by V. M. Thompson Grim Reaper by O'Neil de Noux Abracadabra by Stephen Gresham Witch Daughter by Elizabeth Lloyd Sandman by William W. Johnstone Devil's Moon by William M. Carney Play Time by Morgan Fields See No Evil by Patricia Wallace Ten Little Indians by E. Patrick Murray The Lost Children by Brett Rutherford Runaway by Stephen Gresham Keepers of the Beast by Jack Maclane Jump Rope by Ruby Jean Jensen Eternal Bliss by Christopher Fahy Baby Doll by Marilyn Knight Night Touch by Stephen Gresham 1989 Goodnight Moom by Jack MacLane Carnival by William W. Johnstone Brain Child by Stephen George Moonwalker by Rick Hautala Pendulum by Ruby Jean Jensen Project God by V. M. Thompson Dark Souls by Barry Porter Blood Dreams by Jack MacLane Beasts by Stephen R. George Demon's Eye by Stephen Gresham Tree House by Victor Mullen Deathsong by Jack Scaparro Spellcaster by J. Edward Ames Monday's Child by Patricia Wallace Deadly Harvest by Morgan Fields Death Stone by Ruby Jean Jensen Secret Orders by H. Paul Jeffers Dark Miracle by Stephen R. George The Manipulator by Dana Brookins Junkyard by Barry Porter 1990 Vampire Child by Ruby Jean Jensen Hindsight by Ronald Kelly Blood Wings by Stephen Gresham Darksong by Jean Simon Lullabye by Patricia Wallace Flesh Stealer by Pauline Dunn The Lyssa Syndrome by Christopher Fahy Dark Reunion by Stephen R. George Children of the Shadows by Don L. Freeman Lost and Found by Ruby Jean Jensen Evilway by Ryan O. Moses Pitfall by Ronald Kelly Dollies by Pat Graversen The Devil's Coin by Mark Manley Poison Pen by James Kisner Mindscream by R.D. Zimmerman Shaman Woods by Morgan Fields Thrill by Patricia Wallace Demonic Color by Pauline Dunn Grandma's Little Darling by Stephen R. George Just Before Dark by Jack MacLane Victoria by Ruby Jean Jensen Earthblood by James Kisner 1991 Stones by Pat Graversen Wild Card by Jean Simon Hide and Seek by William M. Carney Grandfather by Anne Joseph Something Out There by Ronald Kelly Perfection by Marc Berrenson The Vampire Memoirs by Traci Briery & Mara McCuniff Watchers in the Woods by William W. Johnstone Blood Sabbath by Leigh Clark The Living Dark by Stephen Gresham Waltz With Evil by P.D. Rozzi Little Brother by Bill Eidson The Forgotten by Stephen R. George The Crawling Dark by Pauline Dunn The Burying Point by Ann Brahms Celia by Ruby Jean Jensen Faith Killer by Josh Webster Wind Chimes by R. R. Walter Cold Whisper by Rick Hautala The Attic by Jack Scaparro Dr. O by Glenn Hale The Quagmire by James Kisner Vampire Blood by Kathryn Meyer Grifftth Sweet Revenge by Jean Simon The Gifted by Jack Caravela The Night Seasons by J.N. Williamson Deadly Breed by T.J.Kirby Baby Dolly by Ruby Jean Jensen Listen to the Shadows by Joan Hall Hovey Moon of the Werewolf by Ronald Kelly More Zebra Horror at Too Much Horror Fiction, Fright.com, and Vault of Evil. This is the result of looking up over 3500 titles by ISBN number.  Horror made up just over five percent of Zebra's output.  Mostly historical romance, then westerns, with several adult western series.  Men's Adventure will be covered separately.  Compared with the 70s, Zebra stuck to only a few specific subgenres.  The only historical oddities were trivia books and gross humor collections.

[hillbillyhippiemusicreview]

POST #33 - Addison Lea Thompson, “Western Sky”

“This old county’s gettin’ smaller

Roads out of here gettin’ longer

Well I don’t think Lord I can even stay

Blame it on my damned ole ramblin’ ways”

NEWS FLASH: Y’all, by the looks of those lyrics, my little gypsy soul has found it’s new theme song, by way of a honky tonkin’ cowboy out of mountains of Montana—the talented Addison Lea Thompson. The first song off his recently released record Western Sky, “Ramblin’ Ways,” certainly struck a chord with my restless heart because I feel every word of it in the depths of my bones.

I knew thirty seconds in to “Ramblin’ Ways” that I was going to dig what I was about to hear—I could for sure sense the vibe of the record was going to be right up my alley. The last track on the record is aptly named “Fire in the Hole,” and it should have been first to serve as a warning for what my ears were about to hear: positively explosive tunes. By blending his own styles of country music dusted with a bit of blues and backed by a rockin’ rhythm that lends to that quintessential honky tonk sound, Addison has created something all his own. From his birth in Louisiana to his raisin’ in Arkansas before doing life the cowboy way up in the Rocky Mountains, the impact of the roads he’s traveled in life is evident in the stories he weaves through his music.

Speaking of the songs, one moment the heartfelt ones will have you deep in your feelings and the next will have you up boot-stompin’ feeling like you’re at a barn burner and the record has a good mix of the two...however, I’ll start with the “sad” ones. There seems to be a recurring theme of whisky and demons woven throughout Addison’s writing, as evidenced in two of my favorite tracks: “Single Barrel Hell” and “Towards the Light.”

Typically, I feel as if the topic of whisky is overdone in country music today, but it works well here. In “Single Barrel Hell,” Addison sings about a man battling his demons, one of which is the bottle he can’t walk away from. Addiction is a difficult disease to fight, especially when the fiends you’re trying to drink away steadily leave you on your knees wishing you’d disappear. Heavy stuff. But good stuff.

The lyrics in “Single Barrel Hell” almost transcend effortlessly into “Towards the Light,” perhaps as a prequel of sorts. “Sitting on a barstool quoting 3:16, battling his demons while worshipping the King....” Whew...what a way to portray the struggle between good and evil. The addition of the spoken word intro to this song really sets the stage for what is to come—a story of a veteran who served his country just to be left in old age waging a war between addiction and redemption, which is an internal battle many of us face. As his health fails due to the whisky, he’s headed towards the light, yet can’t set the bottle down—he was drowning in that single barrel hell. Tugs on the ‘ol heartstrings and brings a tear or two to my eye! Addison seamlessly wove a line from “Will the Circle Be Unbroken” into the final chorus and aside from it being my favorite hymn ever, it was a perfect way to end this song.

Okay, y’all. Enough sad stuff. Let’s focus on one of the positive jams on the record—the title track, “Western Sky.” The lyrics paint such a vivid portrait of life way up yonder that I can’t help but smile and picture it. In the song, Addison sings about cowboy life, from working the land, to rodeoing, to barn parties and everything in between, and it makes me yearn for home in a place I don’t even know! When words can make you do that, you know it’s good! The main sentiment of this tune is that he wouldn’t change a thing about life, and I just love those good kinda vibes!

Out of all the fab tunes on this record, “Spanish Moss Dream” is my favorite I think...it’s so evocatively written, and seems to me to be a very autobiographical song for Addison about back home. It makes me reminisce about a place I’ve never known, yet one that feels just like the places I’ve roamed. I adore the lyrics and music to it, but the piece of work as a whole is good. Addison released a record that was true blue to him as an artist, and I can’t wait to see how his skill and artistry grows over time. Y’all give all ten tracks on it a listen and let me know what you think! See y’all down the road.

✌🏻❤️🎶

Lyssa

*This is an independent review. The Hillbilly Hippie Music Review was not compensated for this review.

*The opinions expressed are solely that of the author(s).

*The artwork shown is not ours, nor do we claim it in any way. It’s is copyrighted by Addison Lea Thompson.

[bloodshedfalls]

WINTER WONDERLAND

Much to the surprise of the entire residency of Red Creek, Christmas and New Year passed, it what can only be described as a thoroughly uneventful fashion. Though there were parties galore, and drama to be found around every turn, it was merely the kind of drama you’d expect to find around that time of year. There were family arguments over the dinner table, I mean sure - maybe not every family draw a shotgun on each other, but not everybody’s brother just found out he’s a werewolf. There were lovers tiffs at parties because it’s the worst feeling when you finally find your boyfriend in the crowd of people and he has someone else lipstick on his collar - or maybe it was blood? There were missing people reports, robberies and a few reports of burnt Christmas puddings and broken hearts on New Years Eve, but nobody died - well, almost nobody, Mean Old Man Herbert finally whispered one final ‘Stay off my lawn’ before passing away peacefully in his sleep at the beginning of the coldest winter Red Creek has witnessed in a hundred years; but look on the bright side, Kids are now free to play on his lawn without fear!

Speaking of the coldest winter in a hundred years, the snow storms of Red Creek did not cease over the holiday period, much the opposite - to the dismay of the entire town who found it harder and harder to go about their day to day lives as the snow piled up around them. Eventually, the roads out of town became too treacherous to drive on, leaving residents trapped yet again, but if only they’d known that was far from the worst to come. Weeks passed and the town eventually ran out of salt to grit the roads and the sidewalks, people gave up shoveling their paths, many even gave up trying to leave the house entirely. The town came to a standstill, yet the storm raged on. Situations hit a critical point earlier in the week when the entire town lost power, knocked out by the heavy snowfall - officials said nobody could get out to them to do repairs until the storm stopped, and the snow melted.

The Mayor and the Sheriff pooled together all available resources and split them across three locations around town that were known to have backup generators; the Hospital, the High School, and the Sheriff’s Department. Word was sent out that those that were still able should make their way to one of these three locations immediately, for shelter, food, and warmth. The residents made their way to the three safety points in dribs and drabs, some headed out immediately - wasting no time, not wanting to get stuck in their ice cold homes, others made their way a few days later as the temperature dropped below zero, and others had yet to be seen or heard of.

But with the winds picking up outside and the temperature continuing to drop, even those that had found sanctuary with the generators were beginning to feel the cold. The town found themselves huddling together freezing, wondering if this storm would ever let up.

And then there were the rumors of a house, just off Main street, who’s lights were still on… another generator?

Welcome to January’s event - starting a little differently this time round, we’ll jump in mid-event, so to speak, in the midst of the action. Your characters will be at one of the three generator locations, and will be listed below. Please try to interact with as many new characters that you might not have spoken to before during this time.

It should also be noted that some species will be effected by the cold more so that others:

Tetra’s will deteriorate quickly, they cannot rely on frozen water and the drop in temperature will have dried out all moisture in the air.  

Reapers will also find themselves in a worse condition, due to already running at a lower than average temperature, they will be the first to suffer not to mention that they are still a mortal creature.

All other mortal creatures that run at a normal temperature (Human, Witch, Banshee, Hunter, Imps and Shapeshifters) will be effected by the cold, but less rapidly.

Werewolves and Phoenixes naturally run at a higher temperature and therefore will find they can withstand the cold for longer than most.

Vampires are immortal, and though they cold cannot kill them, and will effect them slower, they will start to deteriorate.

Ghosts have no physical body and are therefore unaffected by the cold.

Also please note that not everyone would have heard the rumor about the house with the lights on to start with, a search party will be chosen later in the event (by the admins) to go and check it out. Please feel free to message us if you are interested in being involved.

The event will start 17/01/17 @ 11:59PM GMT and end on 21/01/17 @ 11:59PM GMT

Remember, put a hold on all pre event threads, you may pick them up again once the event has finished. Also remember the three starter rule still applies, so once there are three starters posted for each group you must answer them before posting your own! Tag starters with: bloodshedstarter & your character’s location. Also make sure to run any major plots by the main for admin approval. But most importantly, HAVE FUN!

HIGH SCHOOL

Lyra Carmikael

Jericho Kane

Fletcher Swan

Eleanor Drake

Dominic Willingham

Gabriel Westwood

Wisteria Fontaine

Finley Darius

Giana St James

Caitlyn Thompson

Mercedes Peltier

Kayleigh Fairmont

Nolan Chase

Catherine Hamilton

Diana Vaughn

Sarah Davis

Vincent Petrov

Ripley Kincaid

Dawn Cassidy

Matilda Hunt

Kirsten Lawe

Liam Stephens

Logan Marshall

Sawyer King

Jack Dawson

Harlow Halliday

Ace Doherty

Leslie Murray

Victoria Kyle

Heath Lllewellyn

Sesha Kaur

Alexander Dragov

Shelby Fontaine

Seth Talbot

Rory Talbot

Ronan Carmikael

Kara Michaels

Dora Saint Claire

Aemilia Carmikael

Ryan Darius

Lucas Astor

Jaxon Dubois

Francesca Mendoza

Joslyn Curie

Christian Donovan

SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT

Jordan Darius

Kenzie Hale

Levi Fairchild

Noah Carmikael

Brooke Marshall

Owen Hurst

Eli Livingston

Mathias Roux

Tate Emerson

Tanner Ayers

Elizabeth Blackwood

Carter Kane

Matthew Peterson

Emma Teague

Adrian Chevalier

Mace Wyler

Cornelius Lindstrom

Lenore Dauphine

Laurent Bernard

Cameron Jackson

Faye Archer

Bonnie Dragov

Clark Roschell

Felix Marius

Quinn Stephens

Allison Gilbert

Thalia Levesque

Agneis Amell

Djohariah Olvera

Clarice Dagny

Temperance Goldthwaite

Jonah Burke

Benjamin Knight

Aurelia Winters

Wyatt Talbot

Cassidy Talbot

Micah Carmikael

Hope Cress

Tripp Blais

Keaton Baird

Nico Oron

Rhaella Colwyn

Carmen Exposita

HOSPITAL

Jonathan Drake

Bishop Danes

Maddox Chase

Thea King-Roschell

Christopher Talbot

Grace Sheridan

Ophelia Jermaine

Andrew Stephens

Rowan Harrison

William Adler

Rosalina Sanchez

Damien Hunt

Dawson Wooddruff

Lara Talbot

Brandon Rutherford

Caleb Marshall

Otis DeMarco

Lexa Reznik

Savannah Fontaine

Alice Roschell

Ruaraidh Vasile

Simone Artois

Ransome Gullage

Desmond Vaughn

Brennan Talbot

Devlin Clary

Jace Walsh

Anastasia Johnson

Jasmine Turner

Josephine Clover

Kaz Vietteleva

Aurora Blake

Dominique Demorian

Murphy Halloran

Jamie Knight

Wren Fontaine

Zeke Callen

Asher Carmikael

Remi Carmikael

Nora Cress

Lyssa Deveraux

Rose Beck

Kevin Tenniel

Byron Verlaine

Ezra Lin

Garen Turner

[tellusepisode]

Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans (2009)

Crime, Drama |

Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans is a American crime drama film directed by Werner Herzog and starring Nicolas Cage, Eva Mendes, Tom Bower, Jennifer Coolidge, Alvin ‘Xzibit’ Joiner, Val Kilmer, and Brad Dourif.

Though the film’s title and story loosely resembles that of Abel Ferrara’s 1992 film Bad Lieutenant, according to Herzog, it is neither a sequel nor a remake; its only commonality is a corrupt policeman as the central character. Nonetheless, the director of the original Bad Lieutenant film, Abel Ferrara, expressed dismay that the Herzog film was being made. Both Bad Lieutenant films were produced by Edward R. Pressman.

In August 2005, Terence McDonagh is a New Orleans police sergeant. While cleaning out a locker after Hurricane Katrina, he notices that a prisoner may not have been transferred. When he finds the prisoner about to drown, he mocks him before eventually jumping in the water to save him. He is promoted to police lieutenant and given a medal for his work, but has suffered a serious back injury because of the rescue. As a result, he is prescribed Vicodin to manage the pain.

Six months later, McDonagh is now not only addicted to painkillers, but is habitually using several other drugs including cocaine and cannabis. He has convinced a person that works in the police department to bring him drugs sent to the evidence room. His girlfriend Frankie Donnenfeld, a prostitute, also does cocaine and they often share drugs. He has become estranged from his father Pat, a recovering alcoholic, and his alcoholic stepmother, Genevieve. Over the course of the film, he uses his position as an officer to bully people and steal more drugs.

Director: Werner Herzog

Writer: William M. Finkelstein (screenplay)

Stars: Nicolas Cage, Eva Mendes, Russell M. Haeuser, Jennifer Coolidge, Val Kilmer, Xzibit, Fairuza Balk

►Cast:

Nicolas Cage…Terence McDonaghEva Mendes…Frankie DonnenfieldVal Kilmer…Stevie PruitXzibit…Big Fate (as Alvin ‘Xzibit’ Joiner)Fairuza Balk…HeidiShawn Hatosy…Armand BenoitJennifer Coolidge…GenevieveTom Bower…Pat McDonaghVondie Curtis-Hall…Captain James BrasserBrad Dourif…Ned SchoenholtzDenzel Whitaker…DarylIrma P. Hall…Binnie RogersShea Whigham…JustinMichael Shannon…MundtJoe Nemmers…Larry MoyJ.D. Evermore…Rick Fitzsimon (as JD Evermore)Tim Bellow…G (Gary Jenkins)Lucius Baston…MidgetLauren Swinney…AntoinetteNick Gomez…Evaristo ChavezWilliam M. Finkelstein…Dave Jacobs (as William Finklestein)Sam Medina…AndyLance E. Nichols…Jeremiah GoodhusbandTony Bentley…HurleyJeremy Aaron Johnson…YascoBernard Johnson…Dub (as Bernard Bunchy Johnson)Matt Borel…BernieGary Grubbs…Chief of PoliceJ. Omar Castro…First Narcotics DetectiveKerry Cahill…Second Narcotics DetectiveNoel Arthur…Renaldo HayesDouglas M. Griffin…SergeantLauren Pennington…WomanDane Rhodes…BettorJedda Jones…Civilian AideDon Yesso…ClientTrey Burvant…DealerRobert Pavlovich…Dr. MilburnMarco St. John…Eugene GratzDavid Joseph Martinez…Juan MichelDanielle Elaine Mcallister…KimKyle Clements…LawrenceDeena Beasley…Maimouna (as Dorinda Deena Beasley)Deneen Tyler…Pharmacist (as Deneen D. Tyler)Roger J. Timber…Security Guard (as Roger Timber)Joshua Joseph Gillum…Host (as Joshua Gillum)Sean Boyd…Lt. StoyerKatie Chonacas…TinaBrandi Gerard…Yvonne (as Brandi Coleman)Michael Zimbrich…WaiterTrenton Perez…BoyStephanie Honoré…GirlKatrell Dixon…Witness #1Stephen C. Lewis…Witness #2 (as Stephen Lewis)Armando Leduc…Jeff (as Armando L. Leduc)Jillian Batherson…Assistant to D.A.Joel Davis…First Announcer (voice)John Wilmot…Second Announcer (voice)Wilfred Alexander…Store Employee #1April Gordon…Store Employee #2Chris Angerdina…Police OfficerMichael Arnona…Police CaptainDewayne Bateman…CSI / ForensicJoseph Cintron…Police OfficerThomas C. Daniel…A ‘John’Sean Shyboy Davis…Cop #1Antonio Echeverria…Street GuyGeraldine Glenn…Family MemberRussell M. Haeuser…A ‘John’Victor Eli Hugo…Police OfficerTopher Jones…Undercover DetectiveTed Jordan…DetectiveRose Lamarche…Accident VictimRaymond Lapino…Patient in WheelcarTony Lawson…Bus PatronCynthia LeBlanc…Banquet GuestElton LeBlanc…Banquet GuestJessica Luebe…Club PatronBrandy Moon…Duffy’s WifeLorin Moore…Promotion ReporterJay Oliver…Casino GamblerKim Ormiston…Enticing ProstituteMisty Ormiston…Enticing ProstituteLyssa Prine…NurseAlex Revan…IversC. Stuart Rome…CSI AgentJaime San Andres…Officer LasseigneScott Schlueter…Undercover DetectiveChaz Smith…Street GuyLogan Douglas Smith…DetectiveTerry Lee Smith…Fallen Police OfficerAntoine Spillers…Bus PassengerCorey Stewart…Bar PatronSarah J. Thompson…Award Ceremony FamilyElizabeth Tranchant…Lieutenant’s WifeRiki Verdin…Masked ParaderDaniel Vincent…Police Ceremony AttendentMichael Wozniak…Undercover Officer

Sources: imdb & wikipedia

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[let-me-love-you-loki]

Days Gone--Ch. 5

Chapter 5

           Reid sat next to Prentiss at the conference table, a cup of cold coffee sitting at his elbow. He had the map of the area spread out in front of him with the abduction and dump sites identified. He stared at the bright red dot marking the location of the bookstore in the center.

           “I found a copy of Queen of the Western Isle at this little bookshop last week.” Lyssa’s voice was happy. The sounds of a quiet city street filtered down the connection. “It was an illustrated special edition. Beautiful oil painting style illustrations.”

           Reid smiled, even though she couldn’t see him. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the curling ends of up behind his ear. “I hope you bought it. I’d love to see it.”

           Lyssa laughed, and he had a clear and perfect image of her walking down a sunny sidewalk in a tiny Appalachian town. She was a Bohemian at heart, and he could only imagine that she was dressed in paisley patterns, flowing dresses, and a floppy hat.

           “You really should check your mail more often, Dr. Spencer Reid,” she teased sweetly.

           He jumped up from the chair by the window and crossed the room with his heart beating hard in his throat. Mail piled high on his antique desk, spilling over into the chair and floor. Reid tucked the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he dug through the plethora of envelopes. The moment he saw her handwriting on the package, he couldn’t stop his grin from stretching across his face.

           “I hear the forward in this edition is quite heartfelt.”

           Reid flipped open the cover. His pulse skipped at the base of his throat.

           “Spencer?” Prentiss leaned forward, her hand over his wrist. She sighed. “Where did you go just now?”

           It took a moment for Reid to drag himself back to the present. An ache had started somewhere behind his eyes. He rubbed hard at his forehead with the heel of his hand. “Two months ago. Lyssa sent me a copy of Isolde, Queen of the Western Isle. It’s a retelling of the story of Tristan and Iseult—or Isolde, depending on your translation—a chivalric romance from the 12th century. It shares a variety of characteristics of the traditional courtly romance patterned after the Arthurian legends and the entanglement of Arthur, Guinevere, and Lancelot.”

           He took a breath and turned to look at Prentiss. “Did you know that literary historians suggest that the story of Tristan and Isolde is one of the patterns for Shakespeare for Romeo and Juliet? The myth is of Irish origin, and it has the same motifs as Arthurian canon, but it provides the basis of the star-crossed lovers. Shakespeare just transplanted the story to Italy and transposed the royal court into the aristocracy of Northern Italy.”

           For a moment, Prentiss thought she could see shadows of the Reid who wasn’t shattered by heartbreak. She wanted to let him live in that moment—in that space—just a little bit longer, but she couldn’t. The more she could learn about Lyssa Thompson, perhaps the faster they could find her and bring her home.

           “What was so special about this copy?” Prentiss kept her voice soft and calm.

           Reid’s lips tipped upward in a faint smile before the reality of what was happening came rushing back to him. He cleared his throat and rubbed his fingers over his eyes before reaching into his bag. He’d brought the book with him—more for the note written in the inside than anything else. Prentiss watched his fingers tremble as he held it out to her.

           She opened the cover and felt her heart break just a little more. In a smooth, looping script Lyssa Thompson had written a message.

None, unless the saints above, Knew the secret of their love; Of a love—so rumour said By a magic philtre fed, Which for ever in their veins Burn’d with love’s consuming pains. Yet their hands would twine unseen, In a clasp ’twere hard to sever; And whoso watched their glances meet, Gazing as they’d gaze for ever.

           “It’s beautiful.”

           Reid took the book from her and held it so tightly that his knuckles went white. “It’s part of the first stanza of a poem by Lady Jane Wilde, a 19th century Irish poet, called Tristan and Isolde: The Love Sin. Lyssa found it in a bookstore and—”

           He sat up, something wild in his eyes as his pulse burst hard against his throat. Reid dug his phone from his pocket and dialed.

           “How doth thou, my sweet, sweet doctor?” Garcia asked the moment she picked up the phone. She tried her best to keep her voice as normal as possible.

           “Much abused,” Reid responded faintly. “I think I’ve been a fool, and I need you to do something for me.”

           Garcia nodded, schooling herself. “Whatever I can.”

           Reid squeezed his eyes shut and clutched the book against his chest. Prentiss didn’t even think he realized he was doing it. “I need you to go through the purchase records at Callahan and Kyle for the last two months. Look at the things Mara Ambrose and Sophie Reynolds brought in to sell. What they bought. Dig through Lyssa’s purchases at the store. I want to know everything that was bought or sold right before or right after any of these women were in that store.”

           “Am I looking for anything in particular?”

           Reid swept his fingertips over the cover, as if he could feel the warmth of Lyssa Thompson’s hands as she wrote inside. “I don’t know yet, but I think I’ll know it when I see it.”

***

         “How’s the kid holding up?” Rossi asked as Prentiss stepped into place beside him at the coffee pot. He stirred in sugar as he looked back over his shoulder to where Reid still sat at the table, his hand sitting on the cover of a book as he stared at the map of the Appalachian foothills.

           Prentiss tilted her head in uncertainty. “There are moments when it seems like he’s here. Like just then… when he was talking about the book Lyssa sent him… for a split second he was the old Spencer. He went off on a tangent about Arthurian mythology and Shakespeare. Then he had that… epiphany… and now he’s—” She turned to face Reid and gestured at him. “Like that.”

           “Do you know what his epiphany was?”

           “He got on the phone with Garcia. He’s got her looking through every purchase made at Callahan and Kyle before and after every visit one of the victims made.” Prentiss followed Rossi through the maze of desks in the police bullpen. “I don’t know exactly what he’s looking for. And maybe he doesn’t either, but he’s functioning. That’s something.”

           Rossi stopped and picked up a brown paper bag with faint darkened spots on the sides. He opened it up to pull out a muffin as large as Prentiss’s hand. “Triple chocolate marble muffin,” Rossi said with a soft smile. “The little girl at the café at the bookstore said Lyssa Thompson got one of these the last day that she was there. Said it was a good day. Maybe it’ll brighten the kid’s day.”

           “Are you going to tell him?”

           “He might already know,” Rossi shrugged.

***

           “Ms. Maynard,” Hotch said quietly, “was there anything unusual about Lyssa’s behavior in the last few days?”

           Shera Maynard looked between Hotch and JJ, her eyes swollen and red from crying. She sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue. “The last time I saw her, she was so happy. Lys had been in Asheville for a couple years, and I’d never seen her like this. We were having lunch in the boutique district and she was talking about a trip. She was going somewhere soon, but I didn’t let her talk much. I was complaining about my boss. If I’d listened… maybe…”

           “We’re sure that had nothing to do with her being taken,” JJ soothed. “It wouldn’t have helped or hurt anything if you had. Was there anything else?”

           The younger woman looked up at the ceiling before squeezing her eyes shut and sucking in one deep breath after another. “There was one thing. She said there was this guy that she kept seeing. Or thought she kept seeing. You know how you get this feeling sometimes that you’re being watched? She didn’t say much more than that, but it was like he kept popping up at the gas station or the market or the bookstore.”

           Hotch straightened. “Bookstore? Do you mean Callahan and Kyle?”

           “Yeah, that’s the one. She used to go there two or three times a week. She ran a volunteer program there with at risk kids on the weekends, too.”

           JJ reached across the table to touch Shera’s hand gently. “We’ll do everything we can do to find her and bring her home, Ms. Maynard. You’ve been very helpful.”

           Leaving Hotch alone with Shera, JJ slipped out of the room and out into the station. Reid sat at the conference table, Rossi and Prentiss on either side like sentinels. There was a picked over muffin next to a hardback book on the table in front of Reid.

           “Spence, did Lyssa say anything to you about thinking she was being followed?” JJ leaned over the table, trying to keep herself calm.

           Reid looked up at her, his brown eyes bloodshot. His face was pale and he looked like he would be sick any minute. “Huh?”

           JJ sat down on the edge of the table, reaching out to take his hand. “Did she mention being followed? Or thinking that she was? Seeing someone in places over and over again?”

           “No.” He looked down at the book in front of him, pulling his hand away from JJ to pull it toward him. “She would have told me.”

           Prentiss settled her hand on his shoulder. “What would you have done if she had?”

           “I’d have been on the first plane from D.C.,” Reid said vehemently. “There was no way I would have left her in this city if I knew.”

           Rossi sighed and looked to JJ. “Did she give you anything?”

           JJ shook her head. “No. It’s second hand anyway, but apparently all Lyssa told her was that she thought she kept seeing someone wherever she went.”

           Reid closed his eyes and ground his teeth. “I’m going to kill him. And I dare any of you to try and stop me.” Before anyone could react, he stood up, snatched the book, and stalked off.

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Julianna Barwick tour with Sigur Ros

08/20/13 New York, NY - Judson Memorial Church - Record Release Show 

08/28/13 Brussels, BE - Feeerieen Festival 

08/29/13 London, UK - St. Giles Church 

08/31/13 North Dorset, UK - End of the Road Festival 

09/04/13 Paris, FR - Les 3 Baudets 

09/05/13 Utrecht, NL - Night of the Unexpected 

09/06/13 Amsterdam, NL - Night of the Unexpected 

09/07/13 Vlieland, NL - Into The Great Wide Open Festival

09/13/13 Hudson, NY - Basilica Sound Scape Festival

09/16/13 Cincinnati, OH - PNC Pavilion *                                    

09/17/13 Indianapolis, IN - The Lawn *                                          

09/19/13 Pittsburgh, PA - Stage AE *    

09/20/13 Philadelphia, PA - Mann Center *                                    

09/21/13 Raleigh, NC - Red Hat Amphitheater *                   

09/23/13 Charlottesville, VA - John Paul Jones Arena *                  

09/24/13 Norfolk, VA - Old Dominion Constant Center *       

09/25/13 Charleston, SC - North Charleston Coliseum *         

09/27/13 Nashville, TN - The Woods *                                              

09/28/13 Asheville, NC - US Cellular Arena *                               

09/30/13 Chicago, IL - Chicago Auditorium Theatre *           

10/1/13 St. Louis, MO - Fabulous Fox Theater *          

10/3/13 New Orleans, LA - Champions Square *                            

10/4/13 Birmingham, AL - Magic City Theater *                       

10/5/13 Atlanta, GA - Chastain Park Amphitheatre *           

10/7/13 Tampa, FL - USF Sun Dome *                               

10/8/13 Orlando, FL - UCF Arena *                                             

10/9/13  Miami, FL - Bayfront Park Amphitheatre *

  * = w/Sigur Ros

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Days Gone--Ch. 1

Chapter 1

           “What do you mean you know her, Reid?” Morgan asked abruptly. His mind started turning, trying to make sense of this new information. In all the cases they’d ever taken—and there were multitudes—not once had one of the victims been someone they knew. He was sure that if he asked Reid the chances, he would be able to calculate them instantaneously. Morgan was sure they weren’t very high.

           “Reid!” he barked.

           JJ turned her blue eyes toward Morgan, practically slapping him with her gaze. She moved around the desk toward Reid and settled her fingertips on his forearm. She could feel his pulse hammering in his wrist. “Spence? How do you know her?”

           Reid kept his eyes on the photograph of Melissa Thompson on the whiteboard. Her name and age were written underneath in his own hand, although he couldn’t remember picking up the pen. It took a moment for him to even feel JJ’s touch. When he did, he reached across his body and pressed his hand atop her own.

           “I…” Reid took a breath and looked for everything like a lost puppy.

           “Spence,” JJ said again, her voice soft and gentle. It was the one she used with victims’ families. She felt her heart break having to use it on Reid. “Tell me about her.”

           From far away, Reid could barely make out Morgan’s voice on the phone with Garcia. “Baby girl, I need you to find me everything about Melissa Thompson. Went by the nickname Lyssa with a ‘y’ born in 1985.”

           “April,” Reid said out of nowhere. “Her middle name was April after the month she was born. April third, 1985 in Charlottesville, Virginia. Graduated from West Albemarle High School. Got into Georgetown on a full ride. Moved to Asheville after graduation. She became a social worker for a local school district.”

           JJ let her head rest on Reid’s shoulder. “She went to Georgetown? Is that where you two met?”

           He went quiet before leaning his head against JJ’s. There was so much going through Reid’s mind that he couldn’t grasp onto a single thought. Fragments of ideas and images flashed one after the other. He understood what it was—shock—even as he wished he could push it all away. JJ was the only thing that kept him from breaking into pieces.

           Reid hated himself for a split second. He should be the calm one. The one upon whose mind and quick thinking and pattern seeking the team relied on to make sense of the things that people did to one another in this world. It was his job to find answers for victims and their families. Not break apart.

           Morgan walked into his field of vision. He sat down across from Reid, a notepad in his hand. “Garcia’s got nothing on her cell phone or credit cards in the last three days. Last call was made to Shera Maynard Friday afternoon at five-thirty. Her address is 200 Baird Cove Road, apartment four-C.”

           JJ looked from Morgan to Reid and back again. She could see the fear behind Reid’s dark brown eyes. It was something she’d only seen once—when they’d pulled him from Tobias Hankel’s cabin. She worried, even as she wondered how Reid could know so much about this woman and yet didn’t say a word to her about it.

           “How do you know her, Spence?” she asked again, softly.

           “Georgetown,” he said quietly. He still couldn’t bring himself to look away from the photo of Lyssa. “I… uh…” Reid cleared his throat. “I spoke to her classes a couple times. She sat in the front row. Right in the center. She asked thirty-six questions in the four days that I was there.”

           Morgan dropped his head. “How long has it been since you talked to her, kid?”

           “Last week.”

           “Did she say anything about being watched or followed? Anything out of the ordinary?”

           JJ sighed, her fingers sliding down to lace with Reid’s. She gave them a squeeze. “Can you do this right now?”

           Reid ran his free hand over his face before tucking his hair behind his ear. “I have to.”

***

           Garcia sat in front of her bank of computers, her eyes flashing from one screen to another. The phone buzzed in her ear. She picked up. “Garcia, oracle of the known and unknown, speak and be heard.”

           “Baby girl,” Morgan’s voice replied, “I need you to find me everything about Melissa Thompson. Went by the nickname Lyssa with a ‘y’ born in 1985.”

           “I’m going to need more than that, sweet cheeks. Do you know many Melissa Thompsons were born in 1985? And most of them don’t have their nicknames on their bank statements.”

           The other end of the line was quiet for a moment. Garcia thought she could hear another member of the team in the background. Morgan’s voice returned. “Middle name April. D.O.B. April third.”

           Garcia grinned. “April in April. How eighties. I’ve got six. Gimme more.”

           “Born in Charlottesville, Virginia.”

           She clicked away, searching through one database after another. Garcia rolled her eyes. “Two. Anything else?”

           She was certain that she heard another one of the team. It was Reid. She didn’t like the way he sounded. “Morgan? What’s going on?”

           “Our victim graduated from West Albemarle High School. C’mon, baby girl, I need an address. Cell phone records. Credit cards. ATMs. Anything you have.”

           It took her less than a minute after that to pull up the paper trail for Melissa April Thompson, born April third, 1986 in Charlottesville, Virginia. She relayed everything she had to Morgan, including an address, job location, and the last phone call she made.

           “Morgan. I can hear Reid. What’s going on?” Garcia’s voice was more firm that she’d used with him before. “And don’t you dare hang up without telling me the truth.”

           She heard Morgan take a breath. She could practically see him turning away from the others. “Reid knows her.”

           “Oh, my poor sweet little doctor. How’s he holding up?”

           The concern she heard in Morgan’s voice reminded her how much he cared for the youngest member of the BAU team. “He doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going. Logic, a genius IQ, and photographic memory can’t stop the emotional toll this is going to take on him.”

           “Take care of him, darling. Don’t let him do something stupid.”

           “I’ll do what I can. Thanks, baby girl.”

           The line disconnected and Garcia tried her best to keep her thoughts together. She knew there wasn’t much she could do to take care of them, to take care of Reid. At least the rest of the team was with him.

           So Garcia did the only thing she could do. She searched. She dug. She did everything she could to find out anything and everything about Melissa April Thompson.

***

           Reid clasped his hands in his lap, fingers knotted together. He stared at the coffee JJ had sat on the table in front of him. His mind whirred, moving too fast. He glanced back through the glass, toward the photo of Lyssa on the whiteboard.

           “When I talked to her last week, she was planning on going to D.C. to visit with her parents. Her sister was coming home from abroad.”

           “Why was her sister abroad?” JJ asked the questions. Morgan was too worried about the kid to ask, and he knew that his tendency was to get aggressive. He’d learned that much when Reid had almost died from anthrax.

           “Her husband is a Scottish national. They live in Edinburgh. They just had a baby a few months ago.” Reid reached for the coffee, but his fingers barely touched it before his hand fell against the table. “They were planning a family get together.”

           JJ slipped her hand over his and squeezed. “Do you know why?”

           The corner of Reid’s lips tipped up in half a smile. “To convince her to move back to Virginia. And to meet her boyfriend.”

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Days Gone--Prologue

Prologue

           “The unsub we’re looking for is most likely a white male in his mid-forties,” Hotch began, pacing in front of the whiteboard covered with photos of women who’d once been bright and alive. “He’s athletic, charming, and handsome.”

           “And he uses that to his advantage,” Morgan continued, pointing to the victims. “By all accounts, these women were bright, well educated, careful. They weren’t the kind to trust someone they didn’t know.”

           Reid nodded, picking up the profile. “Which means they knew their attacker. So far, we haven’t found anything that connects these women in their lives other than their manner and location of death. It’s likely he lives within a twenty mile radius from the dump sites.”

           “But we do know that this unsub prefers brunettes between five-foot-two and five-foot-four.” Prentiss pointed one by one at each of the victims. “Smaller frame, ostensibly easier to subdue. We think that, even though he’s athletic, he’s likely not much taller than his victims. Potentially no taller than five-foot-six. He’s conscious of this and how it makes him appear to others. And he attempts to make up for this through working out and overly charismatic behavior.”

           Rossi joined in. “His first victim was abducted five weeks ago. Her body was found five days later. Ligature marks on the wrists, throat, and ankles were red, raw, and bleeding when the body was found, meaning she was killed not long before she was dumped. She bled out from two stab wounds that severed her aorta. Abrasions on the victim’s knees and the angle of the wounds indicate that the victim was kneeling and the unsub was standing over her, likely holding onto the ligature around her neck to hold her still.”

           “It was the same for the other four,” Hotch finished. “He looked them all in the face as he killed them. He hasn’t broken pattern yet. Right now, this man is on the streets looking for his next victim. He’s a classic narcissistic sadist. And he will not stop until someone else stops him.”

           The cops in the briefing room picked up their notebooks and turned to take shifts at the tip line in the bullpen. One by one, those who were on beat picked up their partners and headed out to their patrol cars. Reid and Morgan went back to the whiteboard, talking through the victimology again. Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss joined the police chief in his office to go over the canvas and search plans.

           JJ slipped into the room and hustled toward the two at the whiteboard. She held a photograph in her hand, her heart pounding in her ears. “Morgan,” her voice still shaking after all these years, “there’s been another abduction.”

           Morgan took the photo from her. He looked it over—long chestnut brown hair, bright hazel eyes, a heart shaped face and an open smile—before putting it up on the whiteboard. “Do we have a name?”

           “Lyssa Thompson.”

           Both Morgan and JJ turned, eyes wide as they looked at Reid. He didn’t seem as if he knew he’d spoken. His light brown gaze was locked on the photograph on the whiteboard. The color had drained from his face. He swallowed, his hand reaching toward the image.

           “Reid?” Morgan prodded firmly.

           The young doctor looked up as if he were coming out of a fog. “Melissa Thompson. Twenty-four.”

           “Are you psychic now, kid?”

           Reid sank onto the corner of a desk. “I know her.”

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Days Gone--Ch. 2

Chapter 2

           Garcia took a deep breath as she looked over the photographs, documents, and details that played over her screen. The details of Lyssa Thompson’s life were sat out in black and white. She was smart and focused. From everything Garcia could see, she spent her every waking moment studying, working, and striving. Her personal life was sporadic at best, completely absent at worst.

           For a moment, Garcia didn’t know what she was looking for in the files and facts. She focused on the images of the young woman on the screen. One showed her in high school, hair streaked with honey gold highlights, chopped off at the chin, graduation cap perched on her head. She smiled. Her eyes sparkled brightly. The other was an ID photo. Her hair was longer, the highlights gone, and braided over her shoulder. She’d lost a little weight, but her smile was still the same.

           She scrolled through transcripts from high school and Georgetown. The entirety of this young woman’s life was turned into black and white, a series of photographs, transcripts, emails, and phone calls. It was impossible for her to think through everything that spread out in front of her in pixels of red, blue, and green.

           Garcia scribbled on the notepad at her left hand, trying to sort her mind toward the piece of information that was missing. She pulled Lyssa’s cell phone records again. Searched them more carefully, to see if there’s anything else in the information that she’d missed.

           If she hadn’t been paying attention—if she hadn’t been looking for it—she would have blinked and missed it.

           “Oh! Oh!”

           She dug in further, narrowing parameters in her search database. Bank records on top of the phone records. Dates, times, phone calls in and out. Her heart beat faster with every click of her keyboard. Penelope Garcia was amazing at what she did. She knew how to work the connection of data and time and place.

           One of the few things in the world that she was good at was seeing the overlap. And she finally saw it. Her fingers flew over the numbers on the phone. Garcia dialed Morgan’s number from memory.

***

           Reid couldn’t look away from the photograph of Lyssa on the board. He could hear her voice—he could repeat every word she’d ever said to him. Every question from her classes and every conversation they had. The curse of an eidetic memory, the complete inability to forget. Well… there was always the aching bliss of Dilaudid. But he couldn’t bring himself to go back there.

           He blinked, rubbed his eyes, and coughed. Reid couldn’t look JJ in the eye. A phone rang. Morgan stepped away, pulling his cell phone from his belt clip.

           “Hey, baby girl,” Morgan said as he held the phone to his ear. He listened for a split second, brown eyes snapping up and locking onto Reid. “Say that one more time.”

           JJ squeezed Reid’s hand and kissed the side of his head in sisterly affection. He stared at the board. She watched him. JJ couldn’t figure out what it was about this girl that had turned Reid so desperately upside down. The usual brainiac, statistic-spouting, pattern seeking Reid she’d grown to love in her time at the BAU had been replaced by the young man who sat beside her—lost, alone, and afraid.

           It broke her heart to see Spencer so completely not himself. She ruffled his hair, smoothed it down and back behind his ear. He leaned into her.

           “Reid,” Morgan said slowly, pulling a chair close. “How close were you with Lyssa?”

           His teeth shredded through his thumbnail. The sole of his Converse squeaked against the linoleum as his leg bounced. Reid tried to pull himself together. He tugged on his tie. Fiddled with the button at the top of his vest. “Close.”

           “Define close, kid.”

           Reid took a breath. It had been a long time since he was at a loss for words, but seeing Lyssa’s face and knowing what was coming made his entire being lock up. It didn’t matter that his IQ was genius level. All that mattered was that Lyssa was out there… somewhere.

           “Lyssa and I were… are…” Reid sucked in another breath. He rubbed his fingers hard against his eyes. “We… uh…”

           It took longer for Morgan and JJ to make sense of what Reid was saying. They looked from one to the other with something akin to a desperate sadness. It had taken so long for him to find someone to match him. Neither of them could bring themselves to say anything.

***

           “Hotch, we’ve got an issue,” Morgan said worriedly. “The new victim… Melissa Thompson. It’s more than just Reid knowing her.”

           Rossi and Prentiss looked up. They met Morgan’s eyes with concerned curiosity. It was practically unheard of to have one of them personally know a victim. To have it be Reid—the youngest, most innocent of them—was more than most of them could carry.

           “Is he okay?” Prentiss asked quickly. Her voice softened a little. She’d worried most about Reid when she had been away. She worried about him still.

           “It’s Reid’s girlfriend.”

           Prentiss dropped the file in her hands, scattering papers and photographs onto the floor. She tried hard not to clutch her hands against her chest—even as she so desperately wanted to protect Reid from the world. She closed her eyes and tried to hold back the worry. The only way for any of them to be of use to Reid was to be as much themselves as they could be.

           “That just made things more difficult,” Rossi replied sardonically. He gestured at the door, where Reid sat with JJ looking at the photographs on the evidence board. “How can we get Reid through this? We need him.”

           Hotch sighed. “He knows that, Dave. And we both know that Reid will do his best to be himself. Because he believes in logic and numbers. He will try to do everything he normally does on a case.”

           “I have never seen the kid like that,” Morgan asserted as he pointed through the glass at Reid. “There’s nothing about him right now that’s going to let him be logical. He’s never had to deal with something like this. He doesn’t know how.”

           “Then help him,” Hotch murmured. “He trusts you and JJ more than anyone else on this team. The things he can do are vital to finding this woman alive. Remind him of that.”

           Morgan met Prentiss’s gaze. He could sense hurt. Ever since her return to the team Prentiss had done more than her best to earn Reid’s trust and confidence. It didn’t change the fact that JJ meant more to Reid than anything else until this woman. It wasn’t personal against Prentiss.

***

           “We’ll find her, Spence,” JJ said soothingly. She sighed and threaded her fingers through his hair again. “But we need you to do what you do.”

           Reid rubbed his fingers hard over his eyes and tried to take a deep breath. He couldn’t think straight. Everything that usually saw patterns saw nothing but the face of Lyssa Thompson.

           “How?”

           Morgan hooked a chair with his foot and sat down. He glanced at JJ for a split second before he put a firm hand on Reid’s knee. The squeak of sneaker on linoleum stopped.

           “Work the case. With us. You know her—you know this case. The Spencer Reid I know is a genius. He’s absolutely brilliant. And he will do whatever he can to help people in need.” Morgan turned his attention to the board and pointed at Lyssa Thompson. “She needs your help right now, Reid.”

           I miss Georgetown sometimes, Dr. Spencer Reid. Her voice was clear and perfect. Her intonation, her tone, the pace of her voice. Locked forever in his mind. I miss you.

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Days Gone--Ch. 3

Chapter 3

           “We’re missing something,” Hotch said as he looked over the casefiles for the first four victims. “It’s staring us right in the face, but we just aren’t seeing it.”

           Rossi paced, running through the profile in his head. It was easy to see the chain of connection between the first victims. Lyssa Thompson stood out sharply from the others. He was fairly certain that it was because of her connection to Reid, but there was something else that made him wonder if she was different for other reasons.

           Hotch looked across the room, through the glass to where Reid sat with Morgan and JJ. He took a deep breath. “We need Reid. As difficult as it is, there’s no finding this girl without him.”

           Rossi sighed and picked up the tablet that held all the photos from each crime scene. It never got any easier looking at the gruesome acts one human being would visit on another. The last thing he wanted was for Reid to have these thoughts and images in his head, not for this woman that he seemed to care for so deeply.

           The door opened, and Reid stepped through. His face was drawn and pale. He looked sick as he walked toward the table to stand next to Rossi. The older man closed the tablet cover quickly.

           “Don’t,” Reid whispered. His voice broke as he looked at the black leather case. “I’ve seen them already. At least I don’t imagine worse.”

           “We’re here to help you, kid,” Rossi replied. He reached out to put his hand on Reid’s shoulder but drew back before he made contact. “What do you need from us right now?”

           Silence fell for a few moments. Reid closed his eyes, almost as if he were trying to block out the thoughts that were filling his head. He imagined Lyssa in front of him the last time he’d seen her. Hair braided back, sandstone colored tank top, and flowing turquoise skirt. She was smiling and laughing as they stood outside the Merge Café near the Quantico metro station.

           “Lyssa varied her behavior so that she was never predictable. She carried mace in her purse and knew general self-defense.” He smiled softly for a split second. “She hip tossed me two feet six and a half inches once.”

           Hotch and Rossi let themselves smile at Reid’s memory. “She actively made it hard for someone to follow her,” Hotch repeated. “Even as a social worker, she had a low risk job in an affluent school district. Physically she fits the profile.”

           “But there’s nothing about her behavior that makes her a target like the others,” Rossi continued. “That’s what doesn’t make sense.”

           Reid sent his mind back through the last month of conversations with Lyssa. “She didn’t have a usual pattern or behavior. But Garcia should still cross check her with the other victims with credit cards and GPS.”

           Hotch picked up his phone and stepped toward the other side of the room. He had a hurried conversation with Garcia while Reid picked up the tablet Rossi had discarded. He scrolled through the photos, looking for something—anything—that could help him figure out where she was.

           “What did you get from the geographic profile?” Rossi asked carefully.

           Morgan slipped into the room, his brows raised. Before he could get comfortable, Reid met his gaze. “Can you bring me the map?”

           “Can you read off the addresses of the abduction sites in order?” Reid queried as soon as Morgan reappeared with the area map. The mountains and foothills of the area were spread out topographically in front of him. Without being asked, Morgan proffered a second map of the city and surrounding area. He dropped a pair of markers and sticker flags by Reid’s hand.

           One by one, Rossi read off the locations where each of the other five victims were taken. Reid marked them carefully with sticker flags, labelled one to five. A moment passed as he looked at the image in front of him. He stared so long at the map that Morgan started to wonder if he was going to blink. When he did, Morgan could almost have imagined the tear that rolled down Reid’s cheek.

           “All the victims have gone missing within a fifteen mile radius of downtown. Now… Rossi,” he took a deep breath, “give me the locations of the dump sites. In order.”

           Just as before, Rossi read them off one by one. Reid marked and labeled them in order.

           Morgan appeared over Reid’s shoulder. He let his eyes follow the numbered pattern of the flags. “What’s here?” He tapped on a spot in the center of the icons.

           “A bookstore,” Reid said after a moment. He traced his left ring finger along the map, starting at the bookstore and making wider and wider circles with each sweep. “It’s almost equidistant from each of the abduction sites.”

           Rossi nodded. “What are the chances that each of our victims visited that bookstore not long before they went missing?”

           “Already on it,” Morgan said, pulling his phone out and hitting speed dial.

           The other end rang twice before it picked up. “Right here sweet cheeks. What d’you have for me?”

           “Hey, baby girl,” Morgan replied. “I need you to go through the financials for each of our victims.”

           “Sure can, handsome. What am I looking for?”

           “Garcia, see if any of them made purchases at a bookstore called Callahan and Kyle.” Reid tapped his fingers nervously on the table as he leaned toward Morgan’s phone.

           The sound of clicking filtered through the phone line. “Three of them—Sophie Lopez two days before she disappeared, Mara Ambrose the same, and…” The line went quiet.

           “Garcia?”            “I’m so sorry, my sweet lovely doctor,” she said softly. “Melissa Thompson was there four days ago.”

           “If it holds to pattern, then she’s been missing for two days.” Hotch mused aloud. “Our unsub has kept to a strict five day cycle between abduction and disposal.”

           Morgan and Rossi met Hotch’s gaze over Reid’s head. The unspoken left hanging in the air between them. Two days missing meant three days left to live.

           “Run a background check on everyone who works at the bookstore.” Rossi ordered endearingly.

           “Already on it, my Italian stallion. I’ll call you back when I have something.”

***

           JJ pulled the autopsy reports across the table. She took her time looking through the catalogued list of wounds and bruises. She was sure there was something—even a tiny little detail—in those reports that would lead them to understand why these women had been taken. Why they had been so brutally murdered. And some clue as to who had done it.

           She sat the files side by side. Her eyes began to cross as she stared harder and harder at the diagrams and the images. Everything about her job was designed to stop people who hurt others for no reason other than their own sick pleasure. But this time was different. This time was personal in a way that she couldn’t quite explain.

           Will and Henry swam through her mind. She could only imagine her own terror if something happened to one of them. Reid’s face had broken the moment he’d seen the photograph of Lyssa in her hand. God knew that JJ loved Reid in a way that no one else would ever understand.

           It hurt her somewhere deep in her soul to think about Reid being in pain. She wished she knew how to keep him together long enough that this whole thing could end happily.

           “JJ,” Reid said, appearing at the doorway. He had a map of the city in his hands and a feverish sort of gleam in his eyes. “We’ve found a connection between the…”

           He stopped, not quite about to bring himself to say the word victim when it came to Lyssa Thompson. She hated that he had to think of her that way.

           “What do you have?” she asked quietly, soothingly. It was the voice she used for crushed and grieving families. The voice she hoped would bring some comfort to the people who had lost something precious to them.

           “A bookstore that they all visited two days before they were abducted. We need you to talk to the media.” Reid’s words came out rapid fire. “We need to now if anyone saw something—anything—around the times they were there.”

           “Don’t worry, Spence. I’ll set up a press conference soon.”