{"id":1883,"date":"2019-05-16T19:57:12","date_gmt":"2019-05-16T19:57:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/?page_id=1883"},"modified":"2022-10-26T21:53:18","modified_gmt":"2022-10-26T21:53:18","slug":"short-story-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/short-story-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Legacy &#8211; 2"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">by Joe Stanley<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">2<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">The morning sky was still dim as Detective Alder stepped outside. Drawing in a deep breath of the chill air, his senses came alive. He could smell honeysuckle, and hear the the chirping of distant birds. His eyes caught the glistening of dew and the flashing colors of leaves as they rolled in the breeze.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">All seemed well, but his instincts screamed that something was wrong. He knew this even before he spotted the paper pinned to his windshield by the wiper blade.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">This isn\u2019t good, he thought, grimacing with a stomach that had turned sour, Whatever this is about, it isn\u2019t good.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Removing a latex glove from his pocket, he slipped it on and cautiously retrieved the scrap. It was notebook paper, folded once in a lazy, uneven crease. The message on the inside was brief and written in pencil with a scrawling, child-like hand. It read no more than,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cA man is dead at the end of Peach Tree road. He deserved it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Alder sighed and fished around in his pocket for his mobile phone. He read the note again and flipped the sheet over looking for anything he might have missed. There was nothing more, so he took a deep breath and called it in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">As a veteran detective, he knew what to expect from all of this, but that didn\u2019t make it any easier.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Within an hour patrol units, a forensics van, and unmarked cars turned his quiet street into a circus. He made his statement and was called on to repeat it again and again. They had given the case to Ballard, the smirking hotshot. That almost felt like an insult.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">He had been on the official side of things a thousand times before, but this was his first taste of the other side. It had been easy to disregard the effect such a spectacle made, owning to a sense of necessity. He realized for the first time what it felt like for cops to treat him as an outsider, as a potential suspect. The feeling brought him no small amount of anger and shame.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif; font-size: 14pt;\">All things considered, he understood why so many witnesses were so reluctant to do the right thing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/short-story-3-the-ghostly-world\"><em><span style=\"font-family: georgia,palatino,serif;\">next part<\/span><\/em><\/a><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-86 size-full\" style=\"border: 0px solid #ffffff;\" src=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll.png\" alt=\"The Ghostly World Fictional Ghost Stories\" width=\"1000\" height=\"67\" srcset=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll.png 1000w, https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll-300x20.png 300w, https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll-768x51.png 768w, https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll-945x63.png 945w, https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll-600x40.png 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1000px) 100vw, 1000px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/legacy\/\">back to previous episode<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/\">back to list of stories<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Joe Stanley 2 The morning sky was still dim as Detective Alder stepped outside. Drawing in a deep breath of the chill air, his senses came alive. He could smell honeysuckle, and hear the the chirping of distant birds. His eyes caught the glistening of dew and the flashing colors of leaves as they [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1883","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1883","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1883"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1883\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2996,"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1883\/revisions\/2996"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1883"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}