New plots

Ok, there really are no new plots, just old plots with new characters, I get that, but I am trying to put something together I can actually write. I am just bouncing ideas here.

We find the defendant…..

Devon is on jury duty, actually he is the foreman of the jury, and is approached and asked about the case he’s on. He says he can’t talk about it until it’s over with. He is threatened, then his family is threatened. Will he sway the jury to keep his wife and one of his daughters safe? The other is off at college, the man doesn’t mention the older daughter, does he know about her? How can he contact her and tell her what’s going on without the stranger knowing about it and possibly killing his wife and other daughter? The stranger knows an awful lot so he figures he is under surveillance. Devon’s older daughter, Aleena, is away at school, but not your average institute of higher learning. She is in martial arts training, she has been for some years now. Her father doesn’t know where she is actually going, it’s all been an elaborate plot to follow her dreams. It’s been carefully plotted out. Aleena is in the middle of something in her own life. She has just been contacted and told that her ‘roommate’ at the other college is in serious trouble. She’s gotten into drugs and hanging with the wrong crowd. After the last few years of her friend covering her ass with her dad, how could she NOT be there for her now?

PI in trouble

I’ve been a PI for about 5 years now, but I wasn’t always one. I spent a little time in the military, some time in contracting, and quite a bit of time as freelance jack-of-all-trades. Taking the biggest chance of my life, I quit the cushy contractor job and moved where no one knew my name. After writing and publishing a book, I decided to follow the one dream I have never been able to do anything about and become a PI. The cases are standard for a while, then one comes along that is more exciting than any I have had before, but it doesn’t take long to figure out I am in way over my head. I have one friend in the FBI, perhaps she can help, but who would believe me if I walked in and said “I’ve landed a job working for the mafia and I need out, alive preferably.”? That’s right, nobody. Not out here in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. So begins the investigation of the murder of Carlos Martinez, accountant to the mafia here in Nowhere, TX. When the investigation leads back to the person that hired me, it takes some fancy footwork to keep my head another day, and to stay one step ahead of these guys. Finding out what happened to bring all of this to a head is the only thing that is going to keep me alive…..I think.

Clean up, aisle 3

Anthony’s tattoo was itching again. It was the third time in as many years he had to have it removed completely, along with the chip, and replaced with a new number and history. Living on the run was no walk in the park in this day and age. Ever since WWIII started in Dec of 2009 with some Iranian launching a missile that radars couldn’t see, it had been like this. Guess that’s what happens when you are accused of selling secrets to both sides of the fence. The war ended only a year later, but the results were devastating. His home and everyone he ever knew or loved, had been destroyed, or so he thought. No one anywhere to recognize him. He looked at his tattoo this time before he scratched it. It looked the the UPC barcode for a can of beans, but that little spill of ink under his skin held every detail there was to be known about him, at least the ‘him’ he was this year. The only way for Anthony to clear his name was to find out who was really selling those secrets, and why he was being framed.

Thoughts? Ideas? Kick in the pants?