The Minds Eye Chapter SixA Chapter by Darksideofman
Chapter 6 ”They’re not doing enough,” exclaimed Garrett Marshall slamming his fist on the mahogany table for emphasis. Sitting back in his oversized chair he waited for one of his guests to speak. Garrett, usually a calm and calculating man, never let emotion get to him. Very rarely did any in the room see him in a state other than absolute calm and control. This night however he was anything but, they could see in him the nervousness, the anger, and the sheer lack of control. His reasons for being in this shape were just, he had just lost his son. Still, each of his seven guests stared at him in a new light; secretly they relished this weakness in him. To them this event could be the breaking point for him and the doorway for one of them to take his place. ”Donald” Garrett snapped. Sitting up in his chair Donald Cartwright fixed the only man in town that had more power and money than he with an icy stare. He had to be careful. His words had to be just right. Garrett was a cruel callous man whose eyes always sought a soft spot for the proverbial knife. It wouldn’t be beyond him to have called this meeting just to find a pawn for whatever scheme he had cooked up. To him, everyone in the room was a target, most of all Donald himself. Garrett had lost his only son. Unable to have more, his immortality ended with Derrick. Power was what he hoarded and soon, as age came, it would inevitably slip away. Then the Cartwright’s would be the most powerful family in Cameron. Donald knew that Garrett would never allow this to happen if he could stop it. Clearing his throat, Donald spoke softly though all in the room heard his words. ”Yes Garrett, all of us here know of Terry and your only son being murdered.” The twitch in Garrett’s eye, noticed by only himself, let Donald know his words had inflicted the wound the meant them to. He continued. ”Also, friend,” the word tasted like bile on his tongue. “It would do you best in the future not to question my love for my family. Of course I want this kid to be brought to justice. The police are doing what they can. A curfew has been instated, the streets are patrolled regularly, and Davis’ oldest informs us of every move Detective Burstow makes. What more do you wish them to do? Declare marshal law?” © 2008 DarksideofmanAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 12, 2008 AuthorDarksideofmanHouma, LAAboutWell lemme see, I'm 27 and I am a manager where I work. I have been interested in writing since I was about 14 or so and am heavily inspired by artists like Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman, Ed Greenwood,.. more..Writing
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