Another week, another Wednesday, more words! Today’s #1lineWed theme is all about firsts: INAUGURAL – Initial. First. The beginning. Making it official. And what’s a better beginning that Chapter 1, wherein our intrepid FBI agents find their first clue, start the initial investigation, making it all official. Today’s snippet is pretty self-explanatory. Or it better be. 🙄 Also, total first draft territory so ignore the oopsies! (If there are any…)
Supervisory Agent Sade Marquis stood, hands on hips, lips pursed, head tilted. “That what I think it is?”
Her FBI partner, Caleb Jones, crinkled his nose. “Yup.”
“Then why are we here? If magicks aren’t involved—”
“I didn’t say that.”
She cut her eyes to Caleb where he knelt next to the minivan’s bumper. She looked closer. “Okay, that’s fucking weird.”
The werewolf snorted. “Uh, d’uh. What was your first clue, Sherlock? I mean, a bloody hand print smeared only on the back window of a mom-mobile is totally weird. And watch your language.”
Her turn to snort. “You’re a male werewolf. My dropping the occasional f-bomb is not going to damage your fragile psyche.” She leaned closer and peered through the window. “What’s that?”
Caleb raised his chin, sniffing the air. He rose enough to peer through the back window to see what she was looking at. “Cake. And you drop f-bombs like they’re balloons at the end of the Super Bowl.”
She pulled on purple Nitrile gloves before opening the back door. She leaned over the bench seat and studied what appeared to be a child’s birthday cake contained in a plastic cover. Icing roses and frou-frou piping lined the edges. Confetti sprinkles covered the flat surface of the icing. Spelled out in fancy blood-red curlicues were three words: It’s the endgame.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” she asked no one in particular. Crawling out of the van, she glared at Caleb. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Have you talked to Nikos lately?”
“Why would I talk to the bloody dragon?”
“Because that’s his bloody hand print.”
“Well…fuck.” A coup in the dragon realm was a very bad thing. But if the violence stayed there, it was out of her jurisdiction. Her unit only got involved if it was magick on human crime.
“You can say that again.”
Caleb gave her the werewolf equivalent of the fish eye. “When was the last time you saw him?”
And there you have it. Yes, it needs work. LOTS of edits but hey, I did mention it’s a first draft and I have to hit The End before I go back to edit, otherwise, I’d never hit The End. What do you think? A propitious start? Writers, feel free to share any beginning words in the comments!