Nancy Nice and The Mysterious Barn, Pt 1: All Tied Up

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There’s nothing like getting slapped REALLY hard in the face to make sure a girl is good and awake.

I came to, tied to a chair, surrounded by four mouth breathers. On the plus side, at least the pain in my jaw was distracting me from the pain in my head. Bastard sapped me good; didn’t even see him coming. Being out of the Girl Detective game for a few years made me sloppy, I guess.

“Now you’re good and woke,” Mama Mouth Breather rasped in her stogie and whiskey-ruined Kentucky drawl, “you can tell me what the hell a nosy lil’ rich-bitch like you is doing sneakin’ round my property in the middle of the night.”

I flexed my bound wrists, feeling the knot slacken. Amateurs. I’ve been getting knocked-out and tied to chairs since I was 16. I can be out of this Cub Scout crap in two minutes, tops.

“I must have gotten separated from my tour group,” I said.

“Oh, we got a funny lil’ rich-bitch, huh?” Mama turned to one of her boys, a weasel faced douche who looked like he liked smacking girls. “Hit her ’gin, Bo.”

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  1. Avatar Akheloios

    Whooooo! Having a kid detective grow up into a noir staple is great. You’ve got the language and feel down perfectly.

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Great to see you hitting a sequel here, and some great stuff. I loved the line about getting knocked out and tied chairs since she was 16. It has a certain edge to it, a hardened resolve. I think Akheloios hit it on the head with the noir comment.

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